𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 ✓ (#1)

23. Boldness

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I was finally on the second floor in the hospital. The elevator door opened making the inscription "Gynecology" appeared. I furrowed my brows. What is she doing her? Is she on a examination?

I walked down the hall when I finally saw her. She was sitting on a chair, her arms crossed on her chest as she looked very sad.

"Adriana." I said and stood in front of her.

She raised her head to look at me and immediately stood up. "Paris." She whispered and hugged me. I was surprised at first but quickly returned the hug.

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked and caressed her back.

"N- no." She pulled away and face palmed. Was she crying? Yup, definitely. She started trembling and crying as I stood there, not sure what to do.

"Adriana please tell me what's going on. Calm down and tell me okay? I'll help you." I tried to reassure her but she continued crying. "Look," I grabbed her hands. "Let's sit down, okay? I can bring you a cup of water if you want." I suggested but she didn't want to. "Alright then, come here." I helped her sit down. "Now take a deep breath," Adriana did as i told her. "Now breath out," and she finally started calming down. "You did great. Now...can you please tell me what's going on?"

She bit her lip in nervousness. "I- I want- I want to abort the baby." I gasped surprise when she said that.

"What?"

"I can't- I can't raise the baby, Paris. I don't want to." She started crying again and I hugged her.

It made me feel so bad about her. Since she asked me for help, I felt the biggest responsibility to make her feel okay.

It was her fucking choice to do whatever she wanted. I totally supported that. I was that kind of girl that would go off if someone provoked her about women's rights.

But...on the other hand...what if this baby is the only light in our dark family.

"Shh, it's fine, I'll support whatever you want to do."

After a few minutes she calmed down again and wiped away her tears. "It- it hurts but- but my mom would kill me if I don't abort it."

Oh that made my anger rise up.

Her mom? Who the fuck is her mom to tell her what to do? Rebecca was a literal psycho!

"Adriana, listen, this is a very serious topic. I think that you're old enough to choose what you want to do with your body, your life, because it's your choice. Don't you ever listen to what you mom has to say because this is your baby, it's in your womb and you should decide what to do with it. So...if you don't want to...don't do it. But if you're sure that you want to get rid of it...I'm here," I said and grabbed her hands. "I'll be by your side, okay?" My eyes filled when tears when I felt the slightest connection between us two.

She looked down at our hands and smiled a little. "Thank you." She muttered. "But- I- I wan- I want to do it." Adriana said but it didn't sound really convincing to me. I could literally feel her heart break when she said that. But as I said, I'll be by her side if she's sure about aborting the baby.

"Alright then, I'm here to support you through it."

We sat like that for a few seconds till a nurse came and called out for her. "Miss Adriana Armer?"