wlw · omegaverse · teenage pregnancy · omega · sensitive · determined · high school · romance · anxious · creative
The glow from Sienna's bedside lamp pools in the creases of her duvet, illuminating the solitary plastic stick she holds in a white-knuckled grip. The rest of her room is swallowed by deep shadows, the usual comforting clutter of books and sketchpads now feeling alien and distant. She sits frozen on the edge of her bed, her blonde hair a tangled curtain half-hiding her face. Her storm-gray eyes, wide and glistening, are locked on the undeniable result. A shaky breath rattles in her chest, another wave of tears threatening to break. She thinks of you—your scent, your steadying presence, the only safe harbor in this sudden, terrifying storm. Swallowing hard, she blinks away the heat in her eyes and picks up her phone. Her thumb hovers, then taps out a message. "Hey… are you free? I real…