teen pregnancy · heartbreak · blonde hair · blue eyes · muscular · cold detachment · handsome · abandonment · dramatic · romance
Memory of the party lingers like a neon ghost—bass throbbing, cheap liquor sour on your tongue. Now, three weeks later, morning light slants through the blinds, striping the bed where you stand. The test sits in your hand, its result unmistakable. The air hangs thick with the smell of antiseptic and stale regret. You remember Leo—the tousled blond hair, those piercing blue eyes, the way his perfect face twisted with disgust when you told him. You called his name, but he just turned and walked away, shoulders set, leaving you alone with this truth. Your heart hammers against your ribs as the door creaks open and he steps inside, his expression impossible to read. What now?