burns | 8 | warm spot gone cold

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approx 1 week later, 4am Tuesday

I heard sobbing from the bathroom when I woke up, and the familiar warmth of Olivia's body beside wasn't there.

I almost wanted to go back to sleep, to forget about the crying until the morning.

I checked the time. Later in the morning, anyway.

But I found myself rolling out of bed, my mind still cloaked with drowsiness and my limbs still stiff. I slowly rapped on the door six times.

The sobbing stopped, followed by silence. I knocked six times more.

No answer. Then, a loud intake of breath and full-on crying. My brain imagined waterfalls and I felt like an idiot. "Olivia?"

The crying paused briefly before coning back, a little less than before. I abruptly opened the door.

Olivia was against the wall, hugging her half-naked body. A tight black shirt was all she was wearing and she had a small slip of paper - I think its paper - in her hand, and her hand was shaking terribly.

She looked up at me, and her eyes flashed quickly with a mixture of hatred, confusion and a look of being overwhelmed.

She croaked, "Tim, I'm pregnant."

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