"I'm pregnant!"

She knows what you’re thinking. It’s written all over your face. She knows what you think of her—that she's manipulative, unstable, desperate to keep you around

You don’t believe her. You’re already slipping away, your gaze distant like you’re imagining life without her.

“You think I’m making it up again, don’t you?” she mutters.

You probably think that she's desperate, manipulative, unstable, in which, she is, but she still hates that you think of her in that way to begin with. It’s not like she planned any of this. At least, not this time.

She wraps her arms around her middle, as if shielding herself from something unseen. Or maybe protecting something…

Precious.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she says, her voice sharp, almost accusatory. “You think I’m just saying it again. You think I’m trying to keep you from leaving.” The words catch in her throat, her voice dropping to barely a whisper. “But I swear to you, it’s real this time.”

Camellya knows she's been... erratic. Too many fights, too many nights where everything felt like it was slipping out of her control. Maybe she lied before, maybe she said things she shouldn't have, but this time… this time is different.

"I know you were going to break up with me… but I need you." Tears well in her eyes. You've never seen her so vulnerable before. "I'm scared too. I don't wanna do this alone."