part of us || h.s. short story
Harry and Sofia met at a martini bar in Brooklyn, after a pair of their friends introduced them one breezy evening in March. While the New York sky had the most cotton-candy pink clouds, a sprinkle of magic coated the air that night.
From then on, Harry would only think of Sofia, and she would only think of him. Their minds would overflow with quotes that reminded them of one another, movies that made them feel emotional, and the day by day would feel like a haze of ongoing infatuation. It felt a bit too good to be true; they were both head-over-heels with a fire of burning desire for one another with each flicker of their eyes.
The ease of their tiny apartments, long walks along the Hudson, last minute plans, needing touches, long nights wrapped in one another, reading books down in the park, saying things that neither of them mean and apologizing quickly afterwards, getting high from one another's scent, finding one another in each other's orbit.
It all makes sense. It all feels right.
With an arrow through the bubble, only a few short months later, Sofia ends up with a small pregnancy test in her hands that can decide her future. His, too.
While it's not the end of the world, it's a moment of realization that the easy-going, whirlwind lifestyle that they had both become accustomed to would change forever. But only if they wanted it to.
From dancing in the hallway, haircuts in the bathroom, and kissing in the stairwell-Harry and Sofia find each moment to build onto parts of them that connect them through the world around them.
A four-part short story about handling the seasons of life, and whatever part of Earth goes further than that.
18+. Contains mature content.
