I am alone with the silence-the still, silent emptiness of the great room. I shudder involuntarily as I gaze numbly at the closed doors. He's walked out on me. Shit! His reaction is far worse than I could ever have imagined. I push my plate away and fold my arms on the table, letting my head sink into them while I weep.

Finally, when the sobbing stops, I try to make up my mind. Okay, so Christian doesn't want our blip. What am I going to do? I can't end this pregnancy, I know I'll feel terrible if I do. It seems that the only way is to raise this child by myself. But how? I don't have enough money to give this kid a comfortable life, but I can't stay here and be a weight Christian has to lift. I known he's not ready to be a father. I don't blame him, neither am I. Standing up, I decide I have to leave. It's certainly not a mature decision, but is one that will protect everyone involved.

I go to my room and start packing my things. I can't overthink this. Fifteen minutes later I'm done. However, there's still one thing I have left to do. Tell Christian. As I'm not brave enough to call him, as I know I'll change my mind in one second, I write a letter.

Dear Christian,

I'm deeply sorry for what I'm about to do, but I'm sure it's the best for all of us. I know you're not ready to be a father and I'll never blame you for that. Things have taken an unexpected turn in our lives and I decided to leave and raise this child I'm carrying by myself. I still don't know how, but I'll figure it out.

I want you to know that I love you unconditionally and there will never be a replacement of you in my life. Our moments together will always be in a very special place in my heart. Please move on with your life, you deserve the best this world can offer.

I'll always love you. Forever.

Your Ana.