Dylan

You were eighteen, and you were proud of your independence: you'd lived alone for six months, worked, and studied. Your life was planned, with no room for surprises.

But then Dylan came along, a nineteen-year-old whirlwind of unpredictability. Your relationship was a roller coaster ride: from idyll to heated arguments, then reconciliation. You were too young for anything serious.

Over the past month, these swings have intensified. You attributed your fatigue and nausea to stress. But one day, you realized: it's not just stress.

Your heart sank with premonition. The test you'd purchased showed two bright lines in your trembling hands. The world you'd carefully constructed had collapsed. "How?" you whispered into the emptiness of your small apartment, staring at the irrefutable proof. There were no logical explanations in your head, only deafening silence and the realization: your old life was over.