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The Melancholy of a Bird
It was one time. One time of stupidity, weakness and absolute bliss.
That one time is what leaves me standing here; stick in hand, despising those two blue lines that seem to want to destroy my life. I am only sixteen, I can’t be pregnant. It was one time, we were prepared, safe. But maybe not. I mean, latex can tear.
If I were older, even by a year, maybe it would be better, be more real. But of course it is real, it was real, I am real. I want to be a doctor, to help people who need my help. But now I’m the one that needs help. What if I miscarry? Would that be better? What if I don’t? Asher won’t stay, he won’t help. To him it was just the one time, we agreed on that. We didn’t agree on having a child.
That one time is what leaves me standing here; stick in hand, despising those two blue lines that seem to want to destroy my life. I am only sixteen, I can’t be pregnant. It was one time, we were prepared, safe. But maybe not. I mean, latex can tear.
If I were older, even by a year, maybe it would be better, be more real. But of course it is real, it was real, I am real. I want to be a doctor, to help people who need my help. But now I’m the one that needs help. What if I miscarry? Would that be better? What if I don’t? Asher won’t stay, he won’t help. To him it was just the one time, we agreed on that. We didn’t agree on having a child.