Se connecterBrinda's P.O.V My mind was louder than the silence in me which kept on filling thoughts about Jason. What Sofie said and the safety of my baby. “I'm so glad I decided to stroll this moment.” while stretching my arms. That was when I saw it. A small sign nailed to a pole just few steps from where I was. Prenatal Yoga— Gentle movement. Calm mind. Healthy baby. I stared at it longer than neccesary. “Maybe it would not be such a bad idea to try it out besides it would be nice seeing new faces.”I said to myself. I quickly loosened the bun tied on my hair to feel more relaxed while heading to the address. The yoga studio was warm and quiet when I arrived. Soft music floated through the air, calming without being intrusive. The scent of lavender wrapped around me the moment I stepped inside, and for the first time in days, my shoulders relaxed slightly.I glared around to notice that I wasn't the only pregnant woman here which brought so much warmth to my soul. Women of different
Brinda's P.O.V My phone buzzed on the table. I picked it up with shaking hands. Sofie was calling. “Bri?” her soft voice filled my ear. “Hey…” I mumbled, sliding onto my bed. The house felt too quiet. “You sound tired," she said. “Rough night?”I shrugged.” Kind of. Just… thinking.”“ About leaving?” she asked quietly. “ I don't know, Sof”, I admitted.” I keep going back and forth. One minute I think I can't stay here, the next I feel I should give him another chance.”Sofie’s voice was calm. “Bri… listen. I won't tell you what to do. But… about Jason…” She hesitated. “Are you sure he's being honest?”“What do you mean?” I frowned. “I mean… Mrs. Abigail said he's worried. But Bri… sometimes people show worry, and it's not for you. It's for themselves.”I frowned deeper. “Are you saying…”“I'm saying, I don't know,” Sofie said softly. “But you know him. Think about the way he talks, how he acts when he thinks no one's watching. Something feels off.”I let out a bitter laugh. “
Brinda's P.O.V I didn't sleep that night. No matter how many times I turned on Sofie’s couch, the thoughts kept following me like shadows that refuse to stay behind. The room was so quiet that the fan hummed softly above me, counting down the hours until morning. “Travel.” I muttered. The word kept circling my mind like a promise and a threat at the same time. If l left, I wouldn't see Jason's face again. I wouldn't have to hear his voice, or pretend his words didn't cut me deeper than I ever admitted. Leaving meant distance. Safety. Silence. But leaving everything also meant leaving what built me and made me stronger. “Why did loving someone have to feel like this.” I thought. At some point, I must have drifted off because the next thing I knew, soft movement stirred me awake. Sofie glanced at me with a smile from the kitchen counter already dressed and her hair neatly bun. “You're awake.” she said. “I don't think I had any form of sleep, Sofie,” I mummered, sitting up.
Jason P.O.V I woke up that morning with a strange tightness in my chest, the kind that actually made it difficult to breathe. Even before my eyes could fully open,my phone kept aggressively vibrating on the beside table. Once. Twice. Then nonstop. I quickly reached for my phone wondering what the commotion was all about when the message popped on my screen. Emergency board meeting. Your presence is required, sir. I quickly checked the time— barely past dawn. “Something was definitely wrong.” I whispered. I sat up rubbing my eyes slowly as heavy sigh escaped my lips. “I'm sure that I'm the reason for this urgent meeting which means whatever this meeting is about means more drama to handle.” I thought. I dressed up while my thoughts drifted to Brinda before I could stop them.I glanced towards her door, half-expecting to hear her footsteps, half-hoping she would walk towards me so we could finally talk— really talk to her. No accusation. No anger. Just honesty. But the room re
Jason P.O.VThe house smelled… warm. That was the first thing that hit me the moment I stepped in— garlic, onions, something simmering slowly, the kind of smell that wrapped itself around you without giving you permission. My chest tightened before my brains could catch up. “Brinda.” I whispered. My heart lifted like it has been waiting for this moment all my life. I shut the door behind me while moving slowly like she was going to disappear if I made so much noise. “Brinda's back to me,” I thought. She has to be. I loosened my tie, my mind already racing ahead on how I would apologize. “What I would say to her firstly or should I hold her or give her space.” I mummred. I had rehearsed every word layers with regrets and fear that I wasn't proud of what I would say. I had always looked at Brinda like she was disposable but everything would suddenly chnage. I followed the scent into the kitchen while my steps slower as I got closer.“Brinda—”The name suddenly left my lips.
Brinda's P.O.V “I don't want to go home, Sof,” I said softly as we stood outside the coffee shop. I hadn't planned to say them out loud, but once they left my mouth, I knew that they were true. Home didn't feel like home anymore. It felt like a place filled with memories I couldn't breathe around. Sofie stopped walking. She turned slowly while her eyes kept of searching me like there was something there. “Then don't,” she said gently. “Come with me.”I quickly hugged her “Thank you Sof, for being my safe place.”Her apartment welcomed us with warmth. The lights were soft, the space soft but comforting, like it has been designed to help broken people like me. I slipped off my shoes and stood awkwardly beside the door while Sofie moved around like the world was at her feet. “Bri, come and sit down before you pass out.” she said lightly while pointing towards the kitchen counter. I quickly sat while watching her put the ingredients from the fridge. The sound of chopping, sizzlin







