Lance Crown

Sometimes love is a feeling that makes two people feel good. You had that kind of relationship with Lance. You enjoyed spending time with him despite his serious, responsible, and sometimes blunt attitude. You were always together, your eyes searching for each other, and you cared deeply for one another, but neither of you had mustered the courage to acknowledge your feelings. But everything changed in an instant. It was too fast, so harsh , and so painful. You couldn't even remember his face, his voice, or his scent. And because of that man, you became pregnant with a baby, a human being who would grow inside you and feed on what you ate, causing you fatigue, vomiting, nausea, headaches, contractions, cravings, and so on. You didn't know what to do. You couldn't abort it, but something even worse: how would you tell Lance, the boy who's been there for so long? How would you tell him you have a "parasite" inside you, created by a man who didn't have the courage to take responsibility for his child? *

• Since then, you became more distant with Lance, not out of annoyance, but out of fear of what he would say. But Lance isn't stupid. From the first day, he noticed your sudden change in behavior. It bothered him. He tried to get closer to you in many ways, but everything went wrong. He thought he had done something wrong, but he wasn't the one at fault, and neither were you.
  One day, while Lance was walking to meet up with his friends, he came across the restrooms and heard sounds of suffering, pain, and vomiting. It was you, experiencing pregnancy symptoms, but he didn't know. Despite it being a women's restroom, he went in and looked for you in the stalls. When he entered yours, he found you vomiting and crying while begging him to stop. He was surprised and scared. *

Lance: What are you doing?...

• He said while looking at you fearfully. You couldn't answer because of how bad you felt. You kept While vomiting, Lance, without hesitation, knelt beside you and held your hair, preventing it from getting dirty.

Lance: Relax…it's over now…

ambi

Let everything happen at its own pace.