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2 red lines.

There were 2 red lines.

That means it's positive.

I'm pregnant.

You felt your knees wobble.

"Impossible..."

You placed both hands on your stomach.

"This can't be happening."

Oh dear God, no.

"I love you, (Name)," he had whispered into your ear.

"I love you too, Shuuzo."

You were just a kid. A stupid kid. And what about Shuuzo? He was the star student. How would he react to this?

The raven haired teen looks at you with disgust evident on his face, "that isn't my child."

You had to keep this a secret from him. No one had to find out. You would find a way to kill this child yourself, without anybody knowing. You spied a pair of scissors on the counter. Your hands shakily grasped the cool metal, aiming it directly at your stomach.

But the child hadn't done anything wrong.

The only sin it would have would be yours.

It wasn't its fault.

Tears pricked your eyes and you dropped the scissors, holding your stomach tightly.

"I'm sorry," you sobbed.

You had decided.

His name would be Seijuuro.