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2025-03-18 18:53:41Maxine’s POV
“I’m sorry for leaving you alone,” Kristen apologized.
“That’s okay,” I said while cleaning out my stuff. She finally apologized when I suggested changing rooms. I don’t like to be around with someone too selfish. I’m too weak at handling people who have no compassion at all.
But if I think deeply about that, I’m too immature to expect so much from others.
“Don’t leave this room, I want you to be here,” she said.
“I think we are both uncomfortable to be around each other. Don’t you think?”
“It’s all after I left you alone at the party and I’m sorry I should’ve apologized earlier,”
Yes, this is too late as it’s been a week since that incident happened.
“That’s okay. Don’t make me feel guiltier,” she said.
“Then don’t move, please,” Kristen said.
I looked at her expression, begging me to stay.
“Please, please, please, Max,” she requested.
“Fine, I won’t move out,” I said but when I get the perfect chance, I’ll be moving out.
“That’s wonderful. I love you so much, Max. You know you’re a wonderful roommate,” she said.
“Don’t flatter me,”
“Yes, you are, and don’t leave me,” Kristen left and I huffed. She’s peculiar. It would be too harsh if I leave after she requested this much. So I decided to stay.
After that fateful night I came back to the dormitory. She didn’t ask me how I got back and what happened. She pretends like she didn’t know anything, besides Kristen is such a messy person and she brings guys when no one is around. She convinced me to go to the pub and left me when she should’ve stayed by my side.
I think Kristen is a bad influence. I shouldn’t blame someone else for my choices, but she brought those choices. If Kristen had stayed with me, I wouldn’t have never gone to his apartment and ended up breaking my heart.
It’s been a month since that incident happened, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Wherever I go and whatever I do, that guy’s face kept back at me.
The way he kissed me and loved me even just for a few minutes is lingering in my heart and in my mind.
Yes, my heart races every time I think about him.
Am I in love? I wondered but I’ve no idea. I shouldn’t fall in love with someone like him. Maybe it’s just a mere attraction and it goes away over time, I convinced myself whenever I feel the overwhelming urge to go and see him. It would mean that I have no self-respect if I have any sort of feelings for him. He’s just a strange with a name, Thomas. Probably it must be not his real name.
He didn’t leave his number or ask her number, which explains everything. He doesn’t have any sort of connection with me. That must be a one-time thing, and he doesn’t want to see her.
It hurts a little, but I know this is how things will end up and I will be in this situation like this. In life, I never faced a situation like this and it’s quite hard to wrap my head around this.
But I didn’t expect her heart would crave more. Seriously who’s that guy?
I just know him for a night. He came, he slept with me and just left without saying anything.
I may not be the first person in his life but wouldn’t be the last. Better I must stop thinking about that guy and just move on with my life.
I looked myself in the mirror wondering what was going on with me.
Maybe I’m acting far more different compared to the people my age. They date multiple guys, go to parties, and cheat their partners.
I just slept with a guy, that’s it. I don’t want to turn that into a big fuss but what really worries me is why I’m not forgetting it. I wish to go and see him but I can’t do that.
I don’t like to be needy and I’m not much interested in him. It’s true that people say good girls get attracted to bad boys.
Even if I’m going to meet him again, how can I be with someone like him? He’s dangerous and his line of work is shady. I don’t know anything entirely but at the surface, I can say that he’s not the kind of person I must deal with. There’s no way he’s going to be any good to me and it’s better if I don’t meet him again.
I suppressed my thoughts about him for a couple of days and then I started searching for him on the Internet. I have to know that guy, suppressing makes it harder to get over it.
There are tons of Thomas and tons of people like him. But the one article caught my attention when I searched about the nightclub I went to.
There are a lot of crimes happening around that area and a local crime lord named, Damien Ledger is responsible for it. He’s on the FIB’s most-wanted list.
I searched for the name hoping that would be some middle-aged guy and the face that popped on the screen, made me yelp. It was that man I slept with, it was Thomas and he lied to me about almost everything.
There’s a lot of criminal cases and drug charges were on him. How come I chose a man like him to be my first time? Have I lost my mind? Yes, indeed.
But at the same time, he doesn’t look that dangerous. He wasn’t harmful to me. His smile still had a little bit of innocence and so did his eyes.
Perhaps I’m too poor at predicting people.
Thomas’s background scared the shit out of me and I didn’t sleep for the entire night, thinking how I narrowly escaped from him.
In God’s grace, I didn’t go back to see that guy. I should never step into that guy’s life. With relief, I passed the days and I no longer had his irresistible thoughts until one fine day…
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Maxine’s POVSince morning, I have been feeling nauseous. I want to throw up whenever I come to sniff someone’s perfume. My period is delayed and I know there’s a high chance that I could be pregnant.But how? That weirdo used a protection that night and yet I got pregnant.I got so scared to take the pregnancy test. The result positive is what I’m expecting and that’s the reason I’m scared. But how long I can postpone this.In one way or other I had to find out what’s going on inside me and act according to it.I grabbed her courage and went to the pharmacy. I bought the pregnancy kit with shivering hands and headed to the local restroom. I did the steps that were given in the manual and the result didn’t disappoint me.I’m pregnant, with Damien’s child. Who else it could be? He’s the only person I’ve ever been with.I walked to the dormitory and that’s when I got a call from my mother.“Max, how are you doing?”“I’m okay,” I said in a slightly annoyed tone.“Where are you?”“I’m goi
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Maxine's POVThe ride to the club felt longer than it actually was. Kristen sat beside me, quiet for once. She was usually full of chatter, her energy bouncing off the walls, but today she barely said a word. I appreciated the silence. My thoughts were loud enough.My fingers fidgeted in my lap, my mind cycling through hope and dread in equal parts. What was I expecting, really? That he’d be there like nothing happened? That I could walk up to him, tell him I was pregnant, and he’d magically know what to do? I hated how naïve I still was, even when I tried to be rational.The car pulled up in front of the club, and the same thumping music greeted us — muffled through walls but unmistakable. Neon lights flashed across the pavement, casting our shadows in brief, distorted colors.I hesitated before walking in. The last time I was here, my life was normal. Simpler. A night out, a poor choice, a stranger’s smile — it all felt like a hazy dream now. But what came after it… that was painful
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The next morning came too quickly. I woke up early, even before the sun peeked through the curtains. Kristen was still sleeping, her breath steady and peaceful, and for a moment I wished I could pause life right here—in this still, quiet bubble where things didn’t feel so overwhelming.But that wasn’t reality.I sat by the window with a cup of lukewarm tea, staring at nothing. My thoughts kept circling the same truth: I was pregnant. Nothing had changed overnight. There was no miracle fix, no undoing what had happened. I was carrying a child. Damien’s child.And I had to tell my parents.Just thinking about their reaction made my hands tremble. My mother would be devastated. My father might not even speak to me for a while. I imagined their faces—shock, anger, disappointment, fear. I hated that I was about to bring all those emotions into their lives. But I couldn’t hide this forever.I picked up my phone, stared at the screen, and put it back down. Then picked it up again.Kristen st
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Chapter NineThe hospital waiting room smelled faintly of antiseptic and something citrusy. Maxine sat nervously, fingers laced over her growing belly, trying not to fidget. Her mother sat beside her, flipping through a glossy magazine, clearly trying to appear casual, but Maxine could sense the tension between them like a silent wall. It had been there for months now.The nurse finally called her name, and Maxine stood up slowly, smoothing down her loose maternity tunic. Her mother followed, silent but present, as they walked down the pale corridor to the ultrasound room.The scan room was dimly lit, the screen already humming with static. Maxine lay back on the table and lifted her top as the technician applied the cool gel to her stomach. Her mother moved closer, standing at the side of the bed, eyes fixed on the screen."Let’s take a look," the technician said, her voice warm. Moments later, the flickering image of a baby filled the screen. Maxine’s breath caught.There was the ba
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The late summer air was heavy with moisture, clinging to Maxine's skin as she sat by the open window of her dorm room. The ninth month of pregnancy had settled over her like a storm cloud, and every movement felt like wading through water. Her belly stretched taut beneath her cotton dress, and Noah kicked restlessly inside her, as if reminding her of the approaching moment that would change her life forever.She had stopped attending university classes weeks ago. Her due date was approaching fast, and between the exhaustion, the backaches, and the emotional weight she carried, there was little energy left for anything else. Her professors were understanding, her attendance excused, but Maxine didn’t care about grades anymore. Not now.The real ache was deeper, carved into the marrow of her bones—Damien was gone.She had tried to reach him. Again and again.At first, she’d called the contact number he gave her. No response. Then she tried Frank, her boss, but even he hadn’t heard from
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Mornings started early in Maxine’s world now. Sometimes too early. The soft cries of Noah roused her before dawn, and even though exhaustion weighed her limbs, she moved. She always moved. With muscle memory and motherly instinct, she reached for him, whispered gentle words, and soothed his small body with her touch.The dorm wasn’t built for motherhood. The space was tight, the walls thin. But somehow, it became a home. Kristen helped rearrange furniture to give Noah a little more space, brought fairy lights and secondhand rugs to brighten the room, and even learned how to warm formula bottles without scalding them.It wasn’t perfect. Some nights, Maxine cried while Noah cried. She'd press her face into a pillow, letting out the frustration and fear she didn’t want to show anyone. She missed having two hands free. She missed having time to think about something other than bottles, burping, diapers, and due dates. She missed the version of herself that existed before—but she didn’t wa
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Chapter TwelveTwo years had passed since Maxine became a mother, and though time had marched forward, it hadn't made things easier. If anything, it had layered new challenges on top of the old ones. Noah was now a toddler—lively, curious, and utterly exhausting. He ran through rooms like a whirlwind, leaving chaos in his wake and joy in her heart. But love didn’t pay bills, and joy didn’t make ends meet.Maxine worked tirelessly, stringing together part-time jobs while her parents helped watch Noah. She waited tables at a cafe three days a week, assisted in the university’s art lab twice a week, and picked up freelance sketch commissions late into the night. Her dreams of becoming an architect hadn’t faded, but they had been forced to coexist with a reality that left little room for luxury.Her parents had become her safety net. Her mother, always nurturing, handled daycare duty when Maxine’s shifts overlapped. Her father—now more involved than she could’ve hoped for—took to feeding N
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The call came on a Thursday morning, just as Maxine was coaxing a sleepy Noah into his tiny corduroy overalls. Her phone buzzed with a number she didn’t recognize. Expecting it to be one of her freelance clients, she answered with a tired but polite, “Hello?”A deep voice responded, clipped and formal. “Miss Green. This is Frank Wright’s office. Mr. Wright has reviewed your interview and portfolio. He’d like to offer you the internship. You’ll start Monday at 9 a.m.”For a second, the world stood still.“I got it?” she whispered, more to herself than the voice on the other end.“Yes. Congratulations,” came the reply, curt but sincere. “We’ve emailed the onboarding documents. Please be punctual. Mr. Wright values time.”The call ended just as quickly as it came. Maxine stood frozen, the phone still pressed to her ear. Then, slowly, she turned to look at Noah, who was chewing on the strap of his overalls.“I got the job,” she breathed, then let out a laugh—light and full of disbelief. “
최신 업데이트 : 2025-04-21
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