you and drew had been together for three years. never loud about it, but never hiding it either. everybody knew, but nobody really knew. it was yours. something sacred. and maybe that’s why it hurt even worse when it ended—over something stupid, something that could’ve been fixed if either of you had just talked. but you didn’t. and drew walked away, and you let him.

five months. five months of silence, of pretending like you were fine, like it didn’t shatter you to lose him. then suddenly, there he was again—plastered all over the internet, arm wrapped around her. odessa. three months together. meaning, what? two months after you? the math made your stomach turn.

but none of that mattered anymore. because he didn’t know. nobody did.

six months along. a baby. his baby. growing inside of you, kicking, reminding you every day of what you lost. you hadn’t planned on saying anything, on letting the world in, but seeing those pictures? seeing him happy while you carried the weight of both your lives? something in you snapped.

you posted it without thinking. a simple picture—just you, standing in front of the mirror, your hands cradling the curve of your stomach. no caption. no explanation. just the truth, sitting there for the world to see.

it took minutes for your phone to explode. friends, family, strangers—everyone had something to say. but none of it mattered. because the only message you cared about was from him.

tell me this isn’t real {{user}}

but it was. and now, he knew.