PROLOGUE
599 Words
"Hi! Do you remember me?"
I stared deeply into his eyes, those twinkling eyes that shine like the stars in the galaxy, hoping he could still recognize me. If not, then it's game over.
I could still remember everything so vividly: those warm comfy sheets, that ray of sunshine peeping from the window, that toned arm wrapped around my shoulder, those luscious lips, those sleeping eyes, the scent of perfume he's wearing, and that moment I left a note and ran away to catch a flight.
Would he still recognize me when I wasn't by his side when he woke up? Would he still remember what happened, even if I know it was a big mistake?
"I'm sorry. Who are you?", he said with his eyes full of confusion and curiosity.
I'm doomed. This isn't what I was hoping for but it's likely to be this way, anyway. I shouldn't have left, but I'd miss the flight if I didn't. I guess we'll go for Plan B then.
I searched my pocket for the keychain, the cringe-looking silver one with only half a heart because the other half I left with a note that day, on the side table. Maybe he kept it, or did he throw it away? Did he even notice it?
"Do you remember this, at least?"
I reluctantly showed him the keychain in my palm, hoping it would look familiar. I scanned his face and for a brief moment, I saw him panicked. But he suddenly pulled off an innocent face.
"What do you mean?", he said, trying to conceal his fidgety state.
Ugh. Fine. Let's get straight to the point then. Here it goes. It's now or never.
I took a deep breath and let out a sigh, hoping it would lessen the heavy load I'm trying to pull out off my chest.
"That night, three months ago. We met at..."
I couldn't finish what I was about to say. My lips are trembling. My heart is pounding so badly, wanting to escape my chest. I feel so heavy and my eyes are starting to swell.
I glanced up at him; his eyes full of worry. At that moment, I already knew from the expression on his face that he clearly remembered, as sweat started to come down his forehead and his breathing started to get heavier and heavier. Even if I cannot hear it, I can feel his heart beating faster and faster. I can feel it, like how I can feel mine as well. All he did is to wait for me to finish what I was about to say.
"We met at Level. We were drunk, then something happened. Then, I ran. I think you're already aware of what I'm saying. I don't want to dig deeper because it's awkward and weird but I went here to tell you something important."
There. I said it. I'm halfway through this. I can do this. Now drop the bomb, Dala. Drop it.
"I...uhm..."
"What are you doing here? What happened that night ended the morning after already. You have no business here anymore."
His tone started to rise, cold and unreadable, and that is when shame started to dawn upon me. I never wanted to go back. All I wanted is to live a normal life, and forget everything that happened, but not now. I have to tell him. I have to.
"I know. I also don't want to go back anymore. But, I think you have the right to know."
"What?"
I felt tension as he held my shoulders so tight with a frustrated look on his face. My heart pounded louder and louder, like I'm about to collapse. This is scary. Seriously.
"What?!"
"I'm pregnant!"
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