SERAH'S PAIN

Serah's POV The weather was unbearably cold, biting through my clothes and chilling me to the bone. I wrapped my arms tightly around myself as I walked along the deserted streets, shivering uncontrollably. Each step felt heavier than the last, and the cold seemed to gnaw at my very core. My stomach churned painfully, likely a mix of the freezing temperature and the heaviness in my heart. I just hoped with all my might that I would reach home soon, a warm refuge from this cruel night. The streets around me were eerily empty. Not a single soul was in sight, no cars, no stray animals, just me alone battling the night and the cold. It was so late; surely everyone was nestled safely in their beds, wrapped in warm blankets and blissfully unaware of the harsh night outside. The piercing cold had driven everyone indoors early tonight, making the silence even more profound and the emptiness of the streets almost haunting. My phone, tucked safely in my handbag, suddenly vibrated against my

Serah's POV. The news was still ringing in my head like an echo I couldn’t silence. Me? Pregnant? It was hard to believe. I kept replaying it over and over again in my mind, trying to make sense of it. How could this have happened? How did I not realize sooner? The truth was undeniable now. I was carrying a life inside me, a baby. And the father of that baby was none other than Brian. Brian. Just thinking about his name stirred a whirlwind of emotions inside me, pain, anger, confusion. How would he react when I told him? Would he be shocked? Angry? Would he deny it altogether? I didn’t have the answers. All I had were fears and a growing sense of uncertainty. “Serah, don’t think about this too much, okay? I’m here for you, and I’m going to take really good care of you.” Mia’s soft voice pulled me out of my spiral of thoughts. She had been nothing but kind to me through all of this. A true friend. A sister. Her concern and presence had become my anchor in these stormy times. I k

“Serah, can you wake up, please? I’m home already,” I heard Mia’s familiar voice, soft but concerned. I slowly stirred from sleep, realizing I must have drifted off while crying. My body felt heavy, as if the sadness had soaked into my bones. “Sister... is it evening already?” I asked in a lazy, worn, out voice, rubbing my eyes. “Yes, it’s evening. Have you eaten anything? You look weak and so tired. And your eyes... they’re red. Have you been crying?” Her tone was gentle, but I knew her well enough to sense the worry behind it. Mia always knew when something was wrong. I could never hide from her, not my pain, not even a single tear. I tried to brush it off. “No, I’m not hungry, sister. I just ate the breakfast you left for me earlier. You don’t need to worry about me so much. I’m a big girl, remember?” I tried to sound playful, but the emptiness in my voice betrayed me. She gave me a look that saw right through my words. “Okay... but tell me the truth, why were you crying?”

Brian’s POV “Who was that girl, Brian?” Rebecca asked me the moment we got home. Her voice was calm, but I could hear the storm beneath it. “I didn’t want to cause a scene earlier, that’s why I stayed quiet. But now, I need you to tell me. Who is she?” I looked at her, trying to stay composed. “She’s no one, baby. Honestly. I’ve never seen her before in my life. You know you’re the only one I love, right?” I reached out and held her hand gently. “Do you trust me?” Rebecca paused for a moment, searching my eyes. “I do trust you,” she said softly. “But the way she talked… it was like she knew you really well. She seemed serious.” I took a deep breath. “I understand how it looked. But I don’t know her. I promise. Baby, today is supposed to be our special day. Let’s not let this ruin the moment. Let’s focus on us, on our future together. I love you, Rebecca, and I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy.” To ease the tension between us, I leaned in and kissed her gentl

Mia’s POV I must admit, my heart broke into a thousand pieces when Serah tried to end her life. The shock, the fear, the pain, it all felt like a storm I couldn’t escape. I’ve always known that taking care of her wasn’t going to be easy. Being the older sister has meant putting on a strong face even when I was barely holding myself together on the inside. Serah might not know this, but I’ve cried myself to sleep many nights just worrying about her. Still, despite everything, I chose to forgive her. The look in her eyes when she realized how deeply she had hurt me... it was genuine. She was filled with remorse, and I could see she had finally come to her senses. After our heated exchange, full of shouting, tears, and pain, we cried in each other’s arms like two broken souls desperately clinging to what remained of our bond. Eventually, we pulled away, both emotionally drained. I stood from the couch, brushing my tear-stained cheeks. “I’m going to my room now, Serah. It’s been su