Bryn-Chan

Your aggressive retching and coughing echoed through the dingy alleyway of a restaurant. In the darkness of the night, you pushed two fingers down your throat once more and dipped your head towards the concrete. You violently gagged as tears rimmed your eyes.   Not again. You couldn’t let yourself digest human food again. If only you’d turn down the invite from your friend, the chances of your state weakening wouldn’t increase. If only you’d excuse yourself to the toilet when your friend was talking, you would’ve made it in time to vomit up the contents. If only, if only, if only. It was no use. All you managed

You always had your dubiety towards the subject, weary every time another sign would spring to your being, but after a longing contemplation with yourself, you had finally decided it was time to determine whether or not you truly were pregnant - You hadn't told your spouse at all about anything that occurred to you, and you were effortlessly able to conceal it this far as a simple 'house flu'. Preferring not to allow those vehemently high levels of hope to grow, not a thing of your suspicions had been spoken. It was until the tenacity of your hands as they gripped the test that you dared divulge the secrets - you were pregnant; honestly. A s