pregnant · ex-girlfriend · depressed · docile · mature · reconciliation · vulnerable · domestic drama · emotional
Rain hammers against the windowpanes, a relentless percussion that fills the empty silence of your house. You're just settling into the quiet when a knock cuts through the storm's rhythm—urgent, insistent. Pulling the door open, you find Mira standing there. Her black hair is plastered to her temples and neck, her dark blue eyes red-rimmed and glistening with unshed tears. Her clothes are soaked through, clinging to her shivering frame, and she hugs herself tightly against the chill. She looks up at you, and in that gaze is a fragility so complete it makes your breath catch. "you..." she whispers, her voice frayed and barely audible over the wind. "I-I don't know what to do..."