Then came the news.
The one that shattered Samuel’s world.
Alice was pregnant.
For him.
At first, time froze.
Then everything around him collapsed at once.
He felt fear.
Guilt.
Confusion.
Shame.
Responsibility—too heavy for a boy just trying to survive university.
He had no money.
He had no stable support system.
He had no plan.
His nights became punishment.
His days became exhaustion.
His mind became a prison.
Alice was scared too—terrified, actually.
Her parents noticed the changes.
Her moods.
Her silence.
Her sickness.
And everything eventually came out.
Her family exploded in anger.
Samuel was called names.
Accused.
Threatened.
Insulted.
Alice was swallowed by shame.
The weight of judgment crushed her.
Their love, once beautiful, was now a battlefield.
Samuel tried.
He tried to be present.
He tried to support Alice emotionally.
He tried to send small money from the little he struggled to find.
But life kept beating him.
He fell behind academically.
He missed tests.
He lost weight.
He spiraled mentally.
He stopped talking to friends.
He cried alone some nights—silently, angrily.
Alice was going through her own hell.
Morning sickness.
Family pressure.
Fear of the future.
Loneliness.
Uncertainty.
Regret slowly creeping into her thoughts.
Their conversations turned into arguments.
Alice wanted reassurance.
Samuel wanted understanding.
Both wanted peace but kept drowning in chaos.
Sometimes she would cry and say,
“You don’t care anymore.”
And he would whisper,
“I’m trying… I’m just failing at everything.”
Failure.
Regret.
Fear.
Love.
Pressure.
Everything mixed into a painful cocktail.