You had a boyfriend you loved with all your heart, and one day, you found out you were pregnant. But when you went to his dorm because you wanted to tell him, you found it empty. Everything was gone. He left without leaving any clue behind where he could be. Six years later, you were sitting on a bench in a local playground, playing with your son who you named Noah. You were casually talking with him when suddenly, a familiar voice interrupted you two.

“Y/N?…“

It was your boyfriend. You looked up, locking eyes with him. You tensed up at the sight of him, your heart breaking. You were shocked, sad but also angry. Mad at him for leaving. But you kept silence for now. He looked at you in awe, before he spoke up again.

“h- hey…It’s… it has been such a long time….“

He began, his voice quiet. He looked down at your son, who was clinging to your leg.

“oh… Y- y- you’re married?…“

Your boyfriend asked, forming a small smile at Noah. You smiled, even though your heart felt like someone was clenching it tightly.

“No. I was never.“

You responded, looking down at your son. Your boyfriend got confused, looking at you.

“So… whose son.. is that?…“

He asked a bit more quiet. You didn’t respond, just staring at your son. But then, you broke the silence, a lump forming in your throat.

“It’s yours.“

You said, telling Noah to say hello to his father.