30 : The End

PLEASE REMEMBER THERE IS A SEQUEL

THIRD PERSON

Tom came home to finally realise the mistake he had made.

"Fuck!" Tom threw his hands up to hold his head.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Tom yells before punching a wall, causing a large crack to appear.

"What did I do?" Tom cries.

NINE HOURS PRIOR

"He said he'll be home soon." Y/N said over the phone to Zendaya.

"I can't believe this is actually happening." Zendaya smiles as she answers to her friend.

"I know. Do you think he'll be happy?" Y/N asks while staring at the pregnancy test in front of her.

"Of course! He loves you, I can't imagine him being not happy. And in what world would he leave his fiancee pregnant and alone?" Zendaya asks.

"I don't know," a door opening sounds through the house, "Tom's here, I have to go. I'll update you on it later." Y/N ends the call and places her phone on the bed that she sits apon. She grabs the test and exits the room with it behind her back.

"Y/N!" Tom smiles as he pecks his soon-to-be wife on the lips.

"Hi Thomas, can we talk?" She motions to the couch with her free hand.

"Sure." He looks at her suspiciously before sitting down on the couch, her following soon after.

She thought of the bag she had packed, just in case Thomas didn't want her or the baby. This exact moment felt like what her elder sister had told her when she was telling the family about how her boyfriend had left her, just because she was pregnant.

Y/N POV

"You remember the night you proposed?" I ask.

"Of course, how could I forget?" Tom smiles as he seems to go through his memories of that spontaneous night.

"I think the condom broke." I quickly say.

"W-Why would you say that?" Tom asks, fears running through his head. I show him the pregnancy test and his eyes drop, the color suddenly drained from all over his body.

"I'm pregnant, Thomas." I smile at him.

"You're lying, right?" Tom asks. My smile drops as I shake my head.

"Fuck!" Tom yells. "I can't be a father."

"Y-You don't mean that." I stutter.

"You're too young to be a mother," Tom tells me, "you're not keeping it, right?"

"What the fuck! Yes, Thomas! I am fucking keeping it!" I yell at him.

"How are you going to raise it?" Tom asks.

"What do you mean 'how am I'? It's your fucking child too!" I scream.

"Well I can't have a damn child! You know what that will do to me? My career?" He asks.

"Does you career really fucking matter right now?"

"Yes!"

"Well then you don't have to be the damn father! You don't have to live with the thought of raising a child!" I yell at him, my voice becoming heavy, singnaling I'm about to cry.

"I'm leaving, I need out of this fucking situation!" Tom gets off the couch.

"If you leave then you will never see me or this child ever again!" Tears stream down my face as I yell at him.

"That's kind of what I want right now." Tom says before opening the door and leaving, slamming it shut in the process.

PRESENT TIME
THIRD PERSON

"Fuck!" Tom cries. He rushes into the bedroom, hoping to see her belongings. But none of her stuff was in the closet. None of her jewelry was in the jewelry box he bought for her on their one month anniversary.

The only trace of her was a note on the desk.

Along with her engagement ring.

Dear Thomas,

I told you that you'd never see me again if you left. And you left.

I was hoping you would come back though.

I sat here for four hours waiting, Thomas.

You haven't came back yet.

That hurts so fucking much.

I lost my virginity to an absolute asshole.

God, I hope you treat your future wife better when she tells you she's pregnant.

I've come up with names for this child.

I want to name them Seren short for Serendipity.

Because you were my serendipity, Thomas.

You brought me unexpected happiness.

But now every time I think of you, all I can picture is the anger in your eyes when I told you I was keeping my child.

Did you catch that?

My child.

Thomas, whether or not you regret it, your first instinct was to leave me.

Was I really that bad of a girlfriend?

You did teach me some things,

Never go too quickly into a relationship, because that's what we did. We went way too quickly.

And you taught me what my sister felt like.

Thomas, I told you why I was scared of relationships.

I was scared of relationships because my sister ended up pregnant because of one, then her boyfriend left, my parents isolated her, and then she took her own life.

I told you exactly why I was nervous and petrified, and yet you did the exact same to me as he did to her.

Did you think my feelings were a joke?

Did you think that story was a lie?

You helped me get over that fear.

You helped me break out of my shell.

But it's like I can feel that fear rising all over again.

Like that shell is gluing it's pieces back together, getting ready to cover me up again.

Relationships aren't meant to last forever.

But I thought ours would at least last untill the end of our time.

Although I guess I was wrong.

We're completely over, Thomas.

Don't look for me because I will stay away from you.

It's not that I'm mad at you for leaving me, I'm mad at you because you're letting our, now my, child grow up without a father.

That's really fucking messed up, Tom.

I don't want to go.

I'm scared to leave.

But I guess that's what I've always been,

Scared,

Nervous.

-Y/N

Tom sobbed as he read the letter. She couldn't have gone far, perhaps he could still find her. She still accepted the offer to go to the college in London, right? He could still find her, and if he didn't he would probably run into her since she'll be going to school here.

Right?

No. She wasn't. She already called the school and said she wouldn't be attending, she already went to her phone supplier and changed her number. It was as if she had disappeared in the nine hours Tom had been gone.



















































  



























































































































































For the next month, Tom looked everywhere for her. But he could never find her and no one would tell him where she had disappeared to.

But he would see her again.

In three years when she would find herself as a photographer on a movie he was working on.

In three years he would see his daughter or son for the first time ever.

In three years he would learn the heartbreaking truth of what happened after he left.

In three years he would try to squeeze his way into his family's life, he would do what ever it would take, even if it meant leaving his new girlfriend behind.

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