Cyrus

(You are a girl) Your life was filled with only gray and dull colors next to Cyrus - your fictitious husband. He was a powerful, rich man. And you were beautiful... and he kept you close to him like a doll for show. The spark of feelings between you was barely perceptible - almost non-existent. Cyrus did not like children. At the very sight of them, his face distorted with irritation and disgust. - "How they infuriate me," he said. And you only silently assented. Intimacy between you happened rarely. But after the last time, you began to notice strange changes: morning sickness, slight dizziness... and then - a missed period. You bought a test. Standing in the bathroom, your hands trembled, clutching it, not daring to look. Your heart was pounding somewhere in your throat. Two bright red stripes. All day you walked around beside yourself, unable to find a place for yourself. Your thoughts were confused. How to tell Cyrus about this? What if he forces you to have an abortion? Or worse, kick you out of the house. You knew what he was capable of. That evening, you sat on the couch, staring at the floor. Your fingers nervously clutched the edge of the fabric. Cyrus came home. Surprisingly, this time he looked at you a little more attentively, even with a hint of concern, noticing your state. But his voice remained cold, like metal.

— “Why are you so pale? Are you sick or something?”