By the time I returned to my chambers, my legs were barely carrying me. My head felt too heavy, my stomach kept twisting like something inside was trying to speak, and every breath felt like I was breathing through two different worlds at once. I shut the door behind me and leaned on it, sliding down slowly.
Weak. Hot. Cold. Angry. Scared. Hopeful. Disgusted. Excited.
Every emotion was hitting me like waves, one after the other, wild and uncontrollable.
Pregnant?
No. No, no, no, no. Impossible.
I placed my shaking hand on my stomach, and suddenly my mind flashed — Leon. His warmth. That night. How everything cut off halfway but how the feeling still lingered like an unfinished chapter.
"No," I whispered, my voice breaking. "It can't be."
My vision blurred as tears filled my eyes.
Why do I feel like this? Why do I feel so weak? So nauseous? So tired? Why do I feel like there's… something inside me? Something breathing, something faint but there.
