The Spring That Eventually Finds Me
Wanna sleep with me? You have feelings for me, don’t you?”
That cruel demand was the last of my pure, innocent love, which came to me in the cold of winter. It was a heart-fluttering emotion that had started in the spring, only to quickly turn frigid.
The consequence of that encounter was heavier than I ever imagined, crushing me beneath its weight.
“You are sixteen weeks pregnant.”
Though it was the price of my own choice…
(6 years later…)
The father of the child returns. Every moment is like walking on thin ice, terrified that the man who knows nothing will discover the child I secretly raised. Yet, he keeps coming back, no matter how hard I push him away.
“If you say you don’t know why I came back, then what is it? All I know is that one night.”
