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Indika
I had been up all night. Dylan's cries had kept me awake and I was unable to get an ounce of sleep. "Morning Indika." My mom says walking into my room.

"Morning mom." I say giving her a kiss on the cheek. "You have a visitor." She says. "But I realise that you're really tired so I'll tell him to come back." She nods.

him? who? "No, mom I'm fine. Let him in." I smile. She shrugs and turns outside. While she's out I quickly put on a shirt and a gown. I hear a little knock on the door.

"Come in." I call. The door opens and there I see him. Him.

Luke. My childhood boyfriend. I burst into a laughing fit at the sight of him.

"Luke! Luke! I cannot believe it. I haven't seen you for what, three years?" I say in shock. He nods. "I'm glad you still remember me!" He grins. I laugh.

"Of course I still remember you! How could I forget! Come, give me a hug." I say standing up. He comes closer and I wrap my arms around him. He sighs.

"You smell amazing."

"I do? I just woke up." I chuckle. He sighs again. "I missed you." He says. "I missed you too Luke." I smile. He smiles too before engulfing me in another hug.

"By the way, you look amazing for someone who's just had a baby." He grins. "Luke! Stop! All these compliments are blowing my head up." I laugh. He does too.

"I always envisioned that we'd have a child together Indika. I was crazy in love with you... I still am." He breathes coming closer.

"I guess we didn't even break up." He whispers. He leans in for a kiss and I guess, I don't stop him. He let's go for a while.

"Are you here to stay?" He asks. I shrug. "Most probably I guess." He smiles. "So we can be together?" He says kissing me again.

"Luke, I've got a baby it's not going to-"

"I don't care, I'll be here for you and that baby. I'll love it like it's my own. Just please. Stay. With me. We could be a family."

I sigh. "Fine." I nod. "Fine? Really?" He says kissing me for like the 60th time in two minutes. "I can't believe it. Me and you." He grins hugging me. "And Dylan." I say.

"Oh right, and Dylan." He smiles. "Look, I've got to go help my dad get food  for dinner. Talk later?" He asks. I nod my head. "Alright love you." He grins kissing my head. I smile as he turns to leave.

I lie down on my bed and sigh.

"Indika, you appear to have another visitor. I didn't know you were so popular." My mother laughs. "Neither did I. Let them in." I say walking towards Dylan's crib.

"Indika." I hear a voice say. I turn to see him.

Justin.

"Indika. I can't believe I found you." He says with the biggest smile on his face. He runs in and hugs me. "I can't believe it. I can't." He breathes. "Justin. You actually came looking for me." I say in shock.

"Yes. Indika. Of course I did. I drove all the way here for you Indika. I thought I could live without you. I thought I'd survive with it being just Shannon and I for the rest of my life but I couldn't. I could never. I want you and Dylan in my life. We could be a family."

"Justin I-"

"Please Indika, I love you, I need you. I do." He says with watery eyes.

"Justin. Life back there is easier for you than it is for me. Back there I'm not seen as a human, I'm seen as the black girl I'm seen as a sla-"

"Don't say it. Please don't say it."

"Slave. Justin I'm seen as a slave. And I don't want to live like that anymore. I don't."

"We can make this work, Indika we can run away together. No one will ever have to know."

"Justin it's not like that. It can't be like that. It just won't work." I say quietly.

"So what are you saying?" He breathes.

"I mean, you can come and get Dylan whenever you want. You can spend as much time as you want with him and-"

"No. Indika don't do this to me."

"You can come and visit and I'll come and visit and-"

"Indika please don't do this to me."

"We can spend Christmas together, Easter together and-"

"Indika don't do this to me!" He shouts tears flowing down his cheek. "Indika don't put away all those memories, all those feelings for me, Indika don't do this to me.

I walk towards the door wiping my tears and open the door for him.

"Goodbye Justin."

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