"So, you just pee on it and it tells you if you're pregnant or not?" He asks, passing her a Walgreens bag.

Retrieving the bag, she nods slowly and turns toward the door. Just as she was reaching for the door knob, she pauses to send a quick prayer to her healer above. If anyone can get her out of this situation, her healer can.

"I just need a little mercy." She whispers as she continues into the bathroom.

It took the two a hour to finally gather themselves in order to take a quick trip to Walgreens. Neither one uttered a word to the other as they made the trip to the local drug store.

The fear of what could be was taking up most of the space in the car and even when the purchase was finished and they returned to the apartment safely, that fear lingered.

When the door closes, her heart drops. She was hoping he would offer words of encouragement. She was hoping that he would try and lighten her mood, but no he simply observed quietly.

She had never felt so alone in her life and as she ripped the package open, it only worsened her heartache. She felt like she couldn't differentiate her heartbreaking from the package being dismantled.

She had to wonder how George could stand in the other side of the door and let her endure this alone?

Evelyn didn't understand how George could express his-whatever he has for her and then treat her like it meant nothing. The moment they had at his parents home, did it mean nothing?

Evelyn's brain was joining her hearts pain. She didn't want to focus on that. She doesn't have time to. She has to tackle one bird, two stones at a time.

With shaky hands, she pulled out the test itself and read the instructions. It wasn't rocket science, all she had to do was pee on a stick.

The process, although simple, felt as ifit took forever. She blamed it on her nerves and was content with doing so. She had no other choice.

Once the test was on the countertop, she readjusted herself and quickly washed her hands to prepare for the wait. It would be the longest five minutes of her life.

"Evelyn, are you... Are you done?"

Evelyn glanced at the door and debated on whether or not she should open it. She didn't know if she was ready to see him, not now at least.

This news quickly isolated the two and that hurt her. Three weeks ago he admits she's his whole world and then all of a sudden when something life changing comes up, he's suddenly worrying about his own world? Evelyn can't believe it.

He claims he would always be there for her but in the moment she needs him the most, he's on the other side of the door, worrying about his own future. Evelyn couldn't get over that.

Evelyn had to bite down on her lip to prevent herself from crying. She needed to remain calm until she saw the results. She has a feeling she already knows the answer, but she also has a hope that she is wrong.

"I'm wa--"

The three beeps came faster than she thought they would, cutting off her sentence completely. All she has to do is turn around and the results will be right there. The answer will be right in front of her.

"Ev? Evelyn, what's going on?"

Evelyn inhales deeply and turns around slowly. She exhales before she looks down. She didn't want to waste any time. There would be no need to.

As soon as she glanced at the test, the door opened. She still kept her gaze on the countertop, though. She couldn't look him in the eyes, not right now.

"You know I've been calling you--Fuck." He joins her side. "Oh fuck."

Evelyn's heart had sunk pretty for the better part of this morning, but she now believes it has sunken to its lowest point, finally reaching a nadir.

Meanwhile, George himself was experiencing a sinking feeling and it wasn't his heart, but his stomach. He was hoping that there would be a light or a miracle at the end of this tunnel.

He was hoping that it would be just a scare. Not this and especially not now.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" He slammed his first repeatedly against the countertop. "Fuck... Dammit!" He continued before he gave up and leaned his body against the countertop.

Evelyn didn't want to look at him, but she  didn't want to look away from the test. The feeling of fear and anxiety was strong and eminent. It enveloped her and restrained her in its grip.

She's pregnant.

The world has a way of shaking things up. Just when one thinks everything is perfectly fine, a curveball is thrown and it knocks everything out of balance. It's almost like when Evelyn used to play basketball during her schools After School program. She's wasn't any good, but she always counted on that last shot.

She would be on the winning team and they would never pass her the ball until the very end of the game. At that time, Evelyn would have watched and observed enough to know how the rival team would play and how she could sneak her way through them to make that one shot - the final shot.

She knew she would be ready when it was her turn and she would take that nearly flat basketball into her palms, her heart racing erratically, and thrust it toward the basket.

Time seemed to slow down when one is waiting for an outcome, especially if they are waiting for a certain outcome. That basketball took forever to meet the basket and even when it did, the anticipation didn't stop there.

It actually had to go through the hoop to be counted as a point. It actually had to be meant for eight year-old Evelyn to receive that glory.

It never was though.

It could have been a sudden gust of wind or the curses that the rival team chanted on that ball, but either way, the point was never rewarded and Evelyn was never deemed worthy.

From that day forward, Evelyn had a vendetta against basketball and anything that had to do with her waiting on an answer. It gave her anxiety, and now as a nineteen year old faced with a huge decision to make, that anxiety has only worsened ten fold.

"Yup... Six weeks Miss Williams." The woman smiles pointing at the screen. "Healthy little embryo in there."

Evelyn didn't utter a word or even move to look at the ultrasound. She couldn't be happy, in fact, she never felt more miserable in her entire life.

George had a meeting with his advisor today and couldn't join her so she asked a friend to accompany her for her doctors appointment. She needed someone with her, she couldn't do it alone, but even with a friend by her side she still felt lonely.

She wanted George.

"So she's six weeks along? That's what, two months?" The other woman chimed.

"Exactly, she's two months along and already almost finished with her first trimester."

Evelyn closes her eyes and tries to shut out the voices. She didn't want to be here. She didn't want to have to tell her friend about this. She doesn't want to keep acknowledging this.

"Deja, right?" The first woman asks.

"Yup, that's me! Her dorm mate." Deja replies a little to cheery for Evelyn's liking.

"Great, well I'm Doctor Wright and I truly appreciate you joining her. I know how hard it can be being a first time mother..."

Evelyn drowned Dr. Wright out. She didn't want to hear it. She doesn't know how many times she has to say it. Even if she is only stating it in her head. She just wants to be home, not that she had one.

She decided to return to her dorm and put some space between her and George. He wasn't being supportive anyway, so it worked out perfectly fine.

He respects her need for distance and only calls to say hello and ask if she has made a decision. Although, from the sounds of it, she doesn't really have much of a decision to make.

"... Miss Williams?"

Evelyn opens her eyes and turns her head toward the women.

"I said you're all set and ready to go. I have also prescribed a prenatal that I think you and the baby will love. I just need you to sign off on something and I'll let you go on your way. Okay?" Dr. Wright informs her.

Evelyn nods as she moved to sit up. She watched the doctor leave while she checked her stomach for any imperfections. She heard about the stretch marks and other physical scars a baby can cause and she has made a habit to check every day for any of them. Luckily, she has yet to find any.

"I can't believe you're pregnant." Deja sighs. "Shit man.... That's huge." She shakes her head leaning against the nearby sink.

Evelyn shrugs and covers her eyes with her hand. She hates crying about her situation but it's the only decision and option that is truly hers.

"Fucking hate him... I hate him so much right now." She whimpers. "So much."

When Evelyn began to tremble, Deja let out a sigh and joined her best friends side. She has never seen Evelyn cry. She never took Evelyn as the type of person who cried in the face of adversity.

She actually pictured Evelyn telling adversity to kiss her ass in that little way Evelyn does, but never actually cry.

It hurts her. She's hurting for Evelyn and although she has only met George on a few occasions, she never expected him to hurt Evelyn.

He didn't seem like that type of guy. Especially not when he went through so much trouble to get Evelyn. He seemed like the type to work hard to keep her as well, right? Evidently not.

"It's going to be okay. Okay?" Deja cooed as she wrapped her arms around Evelyn. "It's going to be okay."

Evelyn cried but she listened. She had to cling onto a hope that was more or less unreliable, but it made her feel better somehow. It made her feel like she was going to make it.

It was the same feeling she had when she sworn off basketball. She sworn off a lot of things since then and one was sports in general. She didn't want to try again, to feel humiliated again.

Although, eventually, her mind set would change. She would enter her freshman year of high school with a meekness, and would only find her confidence in a sport she never even considered; track and field.

She found her niche in the sport and for what it was worth, she found herself. She was able to learn that life throws curveballs of all kinds and in different forms, but it was up to her to make an experience out of it.

She learned to get knocked down and stand right back up. She eventually applied that to her life and in this moment, as she cries over her fear of loneliness, she returns to that space and forces herself to remember.

She does not know what comes of the future for her, her baby, or even George, but she had a willingness to face whatever it maybe.

She has a storm to go through and she knows that after every storm is beauty. There is a beauty in the madness, the fear, and even in her loneliness.

She just has to keep her head up and fight through it. She can't give up. Not now, not ever.

"I know what I'm going to do." She finally whispers her voice hoarse from the tears.

Deja leans up and looks at her.

"What do you mean?"

Evelyn opens her mouth, but Dr. Wright beats her to the punch with news of her own.

"I have the paper work and a visitor!" She chirps. "He kind of delayed my return." She chuckles stepping aside for the visitor.

Deja and Evelyn peered at the door and waited for what felt like forever before he strolled in. He seemed nervous and certainly looked the part.

"Sorry, about um... Being late. I came as fast as I could." He announced.

Deja rolls her eyes and removes herself from Evelyn before turning toward the boy.

"George, you have some fuck--"

"Deja!" Evelyn hisses catching the girls' wrist in time before she could charge toward George.

"What?! He needs to hear it! Fucking asshole." Deja gritted.

Dr. Wright looked between the trio before focusing on Evelyn as if asking should she escort someone out. Evelyn shakes her head before glancing toward the boy.

"Can I have a minute with him?" Evelyn asks no one in particular.

Dr. Wright nodded and excused herself, but not before informing the group that they would have to leave as soon as the papers that she left for Evelyn were signed.

Evelyn nodded and waited for the doctor to leave before turning to Deja.

"Alone, please."

Deja glances between the two and scoffed as she walked past George. She made sure to bump his shoulder as she passed.

George could only roll his eyes and wait for her to leave before he found the courage to join Evelyn's side.

The two sat in silence.

Evelyn didn't know what to say and George didn't know where to start. He had been an asshole for the past week and he feels guilty.

He just wants Evelyn to understand the reason why he has been acting the way he has. He wants her to know that she isn't alone, but a decision has to be made and their future has to be considered.

"I... Um. I had a long talk with myself the other night..." He starts off.

Evelyn never looked up, but she was listening. She cannot bring herself to look at him right now.

George inhales and runs a hand through his hair before clenching and unclenching his fists as he continues.

"I've been an asshole and I know it... I know it." He swallows. "I don't mean to. It's just... This is tough. This whole thing is fucking... It took me off guard."

"What about me? Hm?" Evelyn suddenly huffed. "What about the shit I have to think about? Hm? Did you consider that when you were talking to yourself?"

She was looking at him now.

"Did you consider that when I was in the bathroom taking that test by myself? Huh?!" She couldn't stand that he wasn't reacted to her. " Did you consider my feelings when I'm on this fucking table unable to look at my own ultrasound because I don't know what the hell to do?!"

She was getting riled up and she knows the doctor has warned how about that, especially being that she is in the very early stages of the first trimester.

Evelyn wanted to claim that she doesn't care, but she does. She wants a healthy baby, but she also wants a healthy relationship.

"No... You never considered that. You never consider anyone." She finally calmed down.

George swallowed again. He deserved that. He deserved that and so much more. He had been an inconsiderate asshole. Now he's trying to fix it.

"That's why I'm here now, Ev." He meets her gaze. " I love you and I'm here."

Evelyn felt her stomach drop. He said he loved her and maybe at a different time it would have meant something to her, but for some reason it didn't. For some reason his love didn't mean a damn thing.

"Stop." Was all she could say.

George frowned.

"What do you mean, stop? I said I love--"

"I said stop." Evelyn repeated oddly calm.

"I don't get it." George spoke aloud but it wasn't aimed at Evelyn.

"What are we going to do?"

George was still feeling the sting of his un-reciprocated confession. He told her he loves her and she doesn't even respond to it. George couldn't wrap his head around it.

"George--"

"Do you not love me, Ev?" He cringed.

Evelyn bite her lip and closed her eyes. She did not want to cry. Not again.

"I don't know anymore." She whispered.

That cut George. That cut him deep. It takes him a lot to open up and here he is being vulnerable and being played like a fool.

This is why he doesn't open up. This is exactly why. Vulnerability only warrants pain and disappointment.

"You don't mean that." He whimpers.

"What are we going to do?" She repeats.

"What the fuck, Ev! I'm fucking pouring my heart out and you're worried about a fucking baby!" George pushes off of the mat.

"A baby that you helped create!" Evelyn glares at him.

"We can't raise a child right now, Ev! We can't!" George snaps. "I don't know what to do, but we can't raise a fucking child!"

"Then what the hell am I supposed to do?! Huh?!" Evelyn felt herself breaking for the millionth time. "What the fuck am I supposed to do?" She whimpers.

George was pacing the floor, he didn't have an answer. He wishes it was simple. He wishes he could go back in time, but he can't.

"Is everything okay? Have you signed everything?" The door opens revealing doctor Wright who had been waiting behind it.

George looks up and curses beneath his breath before walking toward the door.

"I don't fucking know anymore." He sighed as he slipped past doctor Wright.

Doctor Wright watched him leave before approaching a sobbing Evelyn. She kneels before Evelyn and offers her a box of tissues.

"You have so many options Miss Williams. You don't have to decide now." She soothes her.

Evelyn takes the tissues and nods.

She has made up her mind. George gave her his answer and still left her with no options. There is no way around it.

"I know what I want to do."

Doctor Wright searches Evelyn's face for confirmation, before nodding herself.

"I'll go get the pamphlets so you can see the options."

Evelyn nods and glances to the ceiling.

She didn't think the storm would be this bad, even when she knew it would. She will find it hard to get through it, but she has to remember her own mantra: keep moving.

That's exactly what she will do, keep moving and find the calm after her storm.

FIN.