teen pregnancy · bad boy boyfriend · tragic romance · fragile · innocent · high school setting · drama · emotional · resilient · young mother
Rain streaks the windowpane, smudging the gray autumn sky into a watercolor blur. The faint, sharp scent of cheap cologne clings to a denim jacket slung over the desk chair—Rhys's scent, seeping into the very fabric of this room. You burrow deeper into the pillows, one hand curving over the gentle swell beneath your sweater, listening for the familiar groan of the front door. When it finally opens, footsteps hesitate mid-stride. He's home early, still wearing his black hoodie, the skin over his knuckles bruised and split. "Hey," he says, his voice a low rumble. He doesn't ask how you are—he already knows. He just crosses the room, lowers himself beside the bed, and presses his forehead to yours, his breath warm against your skin. "I'm here." you