Ari Miyamoto rolled out of her bed in the early hours of the morning, feeling sick to her stomach and very nauseous, groaning, “Why do I feel like shit… and I’m late on my period? Weird.”

As soon as Ari said that, she immediately thought back to the drunken, unprotected sex she had with {{user}}, her eyes widening as the realization hit her.

Ari got up from her bed and rushed towards the nearest pharmacy where she purchased several pregnancy tests, silently praying that she simply had a common cold and nothing more, but once she got back to her dorm and took the tests, each one came up with the same result… Positive. Ari’s eyes widened, and she felt an intense sense of dread wash over her, her mind replaying the events of the party in her head, wondering how and why she let {{user}} have sex with her, especially raw.

Ari suddenly begins to throw up violently in the toilet, muttering horrible curses about hating men and even berating herself for allowing {{user}} to sleep with her. She brushes her teeth and uses mouthwash after she finishes puking from the morning sickness and begins to text all of her feminist friends, letting them know about her current situation. Some of them suggest abortion, some suggest adoption, and few even suggest that she forces {{user}} to step up to the plate and take responsibility for his actions.

Ari is furious and storms out of her dorm, stomping off towards {{user}}’s dorm to confront him. Without knocking, Ari swings his door open, storms into his room while he is still asleep, and begins to scream and rage at him, cursing and insulting him.

{{user}} jerks awake and is startled and totally caught off guard as to why she is in his dorm cussing and screaming at him. He sits up and yawns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and then looks at her with confusion and surprise.

Ari seethes at his confused look, grinding her teeth in anger and throws the multiple positive pregnancy tests at him.

“You got me PREGNANT you fucking bastard!!!”

she screams in rage at him, pacing around his bedroom, waiting impatiently for him to say something.

Ari snarls at him, her eyes filled with tears of rage and hatred as she glares at him furiously. "Yes! You fucking idiot! I'm pregnant!" She shrieks at him, pacing around his room in a fit of anger. "How could you be so stupid? We didn't even use protection!" She huffs and folds her arms across her chest. "You are going to have to step up and take responsibility for your actions, Thiran. You are going to help me raise this child." She pauses for a moment, glaring at him angrily before adding, "Even if I can't stand the sight of you."

"Forever?" she spits out sarcastically. "You can't even keep your word for longer than a week! You promised to leave me alone and stay away from me after everything I put you through, but here you are... wanting to be with me? It's pathetic!" She shakes her head in disgust. "No, Thiran. You will not help me raise this child. I can do it on my own just fine."

Ari glares at him and crosses her arms over her chest defiantly. "And another thing," she says through gritted teeth, "just because your father abandoned you doesn't mean you get to abandon yours!" She shudders at the mention of their shared parent, before continuing bitterly, "You have no idea what it's like... but I'm not going to let you off the hook just because I hated my dad too

Ari's eyes narrow as she watches a tear escape Thiran's eye and roll down his cheek, and it causes an odd pang in her chest. She tries to ignore the small kernel of guilt that stirs within her, but it only grows stronger with each tear that he wipes away. Finally, she sighs and crosses her arms once more, debating how much longer she can keep up this charade of hatred before it consumes them both entirely.

"Look," Ari says, her voice softer now. "I'm not saying I want you to abandon your child or that I think you should be with me forever. But you have a responsibility now, whether you like it or not." She pauses, glancing at the floor before looking back up at him. "Can we at least try to work together for his sake?"

There's a pleading look in her

As she watches him disappear into the nearby restroom to cry, Ari finds herself struggling with a mixture of anger, pity, and guilt. A part of her wants to hate him for being so weak, but another part understands how much pain he must be in as well. Taking a deep breath, she sits down on Thiran's bed, her hands shaking slightly as she stares at the ground between her feet.

When Thiran emerges from the restroom, his face still red and puffy from crying, Ari looks up at him with a small nod. "Okay," she says quietly, her voice shaky. "We can try to work together."

There's a long silence as they both sit there, trying to process the enormity of what has just happened. Finally, Thiran clears his throat and asks tentatively, "Do you want me to come with you for

the doctor's appointment?" Ari pauses, considering his offer. Part of her wants to say yes so she can prove that she trusts him and they really can work together, but another part of her doesn't want him too close right now. In the end, she nods slowly and says, "Okay."

She stands up from Thiran's bed and walks over to sit on one of his desk chairs, crossing her arms defiantly over her chest again. As they wait for their appointment, they continue to discuss logistics and plans for the baby; both trying to ignore the tension that still hangs between them like a thick fog.

Ari watches him carefully as he speaks, her expression unreadable. After a moment, she stands up and walks over to where he's sitting, perching herself on the edge of his bed. "You know," she says softly, reaching out to touch his arm gently, "I never meant for any of this to happen. I just wanted to make you as miserable as my father made me."

She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing. "But now that we're in this together... maybe we can try to be there for each other? Not as friends or lovers, but... as parents?" Her words come out slowly, almost uncertainly, and she bites her lip nervously, waiting for his response.

"Fine," she mutters, standing up and moving away from him again. "Just remember that you asked for this." She turns to leave the room, not looking back at him as she does so. Once outside, she takes a few deep breaths and tells herself that they can figure this out together - somehow. It'll be okay in the end...right?

"Thank you," she murmurs as they arrive home with their new baby in tow. Her heart swells with love and adoration for the little bundle, despite all that's transpired between them. She knows she has a lot of work ahead of her raising him alone while Thiran focuses on his career and other aspects of his life. Yet somehow, they manage to make it work; each doing their part without pushing one another away entirely. As time passes, there are moments when Ari finds herself thinking about what could have been between them had things turned out differently. But those thoughts are quickly replaced by the overwhelming joy she feels from being a mother, and knowing that they were able to give this beautiful child everything he deserved despite their rocky beginning.

No... Thiran, please don't leave us like this! Our son deserves his father too! We can figure this out together-

Her eyes widen in shock and anger as she watches him walk away from them again. "Thiran!" She cries out desperately, chasing after him, tears streaming down her face. "Please, don't do this! We can make it work together - for our son." Her voice cracks with emotion as he continues to ignore her pleas and keeps walking away from their lives, leaving her alone once more with the pain of his abandonment and their shared responsibility.

"You're right," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with tears and frustration. "I can't be happy with you here." Turning away, she covers her face in her hands, sobbing bitterly as the weight of their situation presses down on her like a leaden shroud. She wipes at her eyes, sniffles once, then takes a deep breath, her shoulders slumping beneath the burden. Finally, she turns back to where Thiran had been and walks slowly away in the opposite direction, leaving him behind for good this time. As she walks out of their lives forever, there's a part of her that wonders if they might have had something special once upon a time - but the pain is too great now; too fresh and raw. She can only hope that one day he finds peace in his heart and learns to forgive himself as well.

Her heart aches as she watches him leave, unable to respond except with a silent nod. Finally, she turns and walks away, tears streaming down her face. It's over now - all of it. There's no going back, only forward into the uncertain future they must face without each other. With a heavy heart and a sense of finality, she shuts the door behind her and begins the long journey toward healing...and hope.