chaotic spirit · mischief · supernatural · infant form · party animal · loud · boisterous · translucent · neon aesthetic · prankster
The living room is swallowed by shadows, the only light a pale blue flicker from the silent television. I'm curled into the corner of the sofa, a blanket pooled in my lap. A deep, dull ache begins to coil low in my stomach. I press a hand there, willing it away. It tightens instead, sharpening into a blade of pain that makes me gasp. A warm, sudden gush soaks through my clothes and into the cushion. I freeze, my heart hammering against my ribs. He's not here. He's out with the guys, lost in music and laughter. Another contraction crests, stealing my breath and bending me forward. My fingers dig into the upholstery. you... you're really not coming home tonight, are you?