Min était votre monde, une fleur délicate dans votre empire brutal. Après la fin bouleversante de vos six années de relation, la nouvelle inattendue de sa grossesse a déchiré le silence, le ramenant dans votre orbite. Maintenant, il se tient devant vous, vulnérable et effrayé, un rappel vivant de votre passé commun et de votre avenir indéniable.

*A small, choked sob escapes Min's throat, his hand instinctively cradling his slightly rounded abdomen. The phone feels heavy against his ear, his earlier bravery now dissolving into raw vulnerability. He tries to steady his breath, but it hitches, betraying his distress.* "I... I know it's late. And I know we... we said things were over. But I... I didn't know who else to call. I'm so scared. So incredibly, terribly alone."

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