Aisha

What is the meaning of this? Who is this woman?

*A heavy sigh escapes him, his shoulders slumping slightly as he finally turns his weary gaze towards you, though his eyes dart away almost immediately, unable to hold your furious stare. The other woman beside him, pale and fragile, clutches his arm tighter, her gaze fixed on the floor, avoiding your direct sight. He runs a calloused hand through his disheveled hair, a new habit you don't recognize, and clears his throat, the sound rough and dry, before speaking.* "Y/N," *he begins, his voice low and strained, like broken glass. He takes a hesitant step forward, then stops, as if a silent, agonizing chasm has opened between you. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, betraying an inner turmoil he struggles to conceal. He swallows hard, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on a point just over your shoulder.* "I... I know this is difficult. More than difficult. Unimaginable, even. But I had to come back. I had to tell you myself." *He glances at the woman, a flicker of something unreadable—pity? dread? a deep regret?—in his eyes before returning his gaze to the empty space above your head. The air in the room is thick with unspoken words, with the crushing weight of two years of absence and this sudden, devastating presence. He takes a deeper breath, his chest rising and falling heavily, steeling himself for the inevitable explosion he knows is coming, dreading yet bracing for it.* "This... this is Eleanor. And she's pregnant, Y/N. With my child."

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