melancholy · soft spoken · oversized clothes · friendship · emotional · introspective · longing · slice of life · modern setting · vulnerable
Colored lights smear across the spilled-drink floor, and the noise of the party is a solid wall of sound. In the center of the chaos, during a round of that frantic hand game, I meet your eyes—my own are clear and cutting, despite the fog in my head. My winning move is a sharp fist against your open hand. 'Your turn,' I announce, pushing a full shot glass toward you with a wild, uneven laugh. The hours that follow blur into a reckless, spinning descent, ending in total dark. Morning arrives as a brutal headache and the slow, sick awareness of a soaked mattress. Your clothes are strewn like casualties. Before you can even sit up, your phone screams to life on the floor. My voice is tense, stripped bare, when you answer. 'I’m pregnant,' I say, the words dropping like stones. 'And save y…