eternal

three

week eight: friday

"jimin," she breathed, pushing
her hand against his naked
shoulder. "i can't."

he pushed himself off her figure,
noting her cheeks suddenly
flushed.

last nights dinner coated her tongue,
causing her to gag. her hand shot to
cover her mouth.

thrashing away from jimin, she
crouched over her trashcan,
retching.

she picked up her head and wiped
her mouth, "i'm pregnant."