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Trapped in twilight

Lili clutched the edge of the sink like it was the only thing keeping her from drowning. The bathroom felt like a coffin; airless, suffocating, walls closing in. Her ribs a cage too tight for the chaos inside her. The test sat on the counter, glaring at her.

Positive. Two lines.

Her reflection stared back. Pale, exhausted, a stranger she didn’t want to acknowledge. Her free hand moved instinctively to her belly, but she hesitated. Afraid. Uncertain. She had been here before. A brief moment, a cruel one. It had been over before she even let herself feel it. Before she even admitted what it meant. She had forced herself to forget. She had slammed the door on it, shoved the grief so deep it was like it never happened. Buried it under the sting of alcohol.

But the door she had locked was breaking now. The past clawed its way out, flooding her, drowning her in everything she had lost. Everything she had failed to protect.

Her breath hitched. The storm had pulled her under again. Their baby. The words clawed at her mind, and she hated them. Hated how it sounded, how it felt. Hated that he was in this, even from a distance. She hated that a part of him lived inside her. That even after everything, after all the ruin, something of them had survived. She wouldn’t tell him. Not this time. Not when everything between them was just wreckage. He didn’t need to know.

Lili paced the cramped bathroom, hands shaking, stomach in knots. A piece of them. The chaos, the fire, the storm, the destruction. And yet, despite everything, a hope.

Her hand pressed against her belly again, firmer this time. She didn’t know if it was guilt, or longing, maybe it was the need to hold on to something. But it was real. And for once, she wasn’t running. Even if it meant stepping into the unknown, carrying everything she hated and everything she loved in one fragile, impossible truth.

This time, she would stay.