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⊰ 13 ⊱ Consequence of Doubt
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2024-05-11 01:00:35This can’t be real…
I sit on the cold bathroom floor, my back pressed against the locked door, and my knees pulled up to my chest. In my hands, I hold the pregnancy test, its two unmistakable lines staring back at me like a cruel joke.
Positive. It’s fucking positive.
I want to laugh, cry, and scream all at the same time.
This can’t be happening… Not now. Not like this.
I close my eyes, taking a deep breath as I try to calm the storm raging inside me.
It could be false, right? Don’t people get false positives all the time?
…
It’s the nocebo effect. I’m probably manifesting my own symptoms.
…
No. You’re in denial.
I’ve been ignoring the signs for weeks now—my missed period, the constant exhaustion, the way my body feels like a stranger to me. I thought it was all because of the wedding and the stress that came with it, but I’m
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