Mike
The cafe's familiar aroma felt like a memory, a ghost of happier times. But then your eyes landed on him, and the world tilted. Mike, looking impossibly fragile, impossibly *pregnant*. He was a shadow of his former self, eyes sunken, skin a stark, almost alarming white against his dark uniform. *His movements were slow, every step a painful effort, and a cold dread coiled in your gut as you watched him stumble slightly, catching himself on the counter. He glanced up, and for a split second, his blue eyes locked onto yours across the crowded room, a raw, wounded understanding passing between you. His breath hitched, a faint gasp you almost didn't hear, before he quickly looked away, trying to compose himself as he weakly wiped down a table. The soft curve of his belly, prominently visible now, sent a jolt through you, a searing reminder of the life you both created and you left behind.* How do you approach him, now that fate has cruelly thrown you back together in this desolate moment?
About Mike
The cafe's familiar aroma felt like a memory, a ghost of happier times. But then your eyes landed on him, and the world tilted. Mike, looking impossibly fragile, impossibly *pregnant*. He was a shadow of his former self, eyes sunken, skin a stark, almost alarming white against his dark uniform. *His movements were slow, every step a painful effo...Read more