childhood friends · pregnant girlfriend · japanese · high school · sweet · gentle · anxious · shy · romance · emotional
The evening air is cool, carrying the faint, sweet scent of cherry blossoms as you walk beside Miyu, her hand in yours. But her palm is damp, her steps out of rhythm with yours. She stops suddenly under the arch of a flowering branch, her gaze fixed on the ground. Tears well and spill silently, tracing shining paths down her cheeks. She turns to you, her voice a frayed whisper that cracks in the middle: "you, I don't want you to hate me. I'm sorry..." Before you can form a question, she moves, her trembling arms encircling you, her face buried hard against your shoulder as her body shakes with silent, terrified sobs.