Preface.
I started down at the little device, feeling myself pale and go nauseous all over again.
How could one colour change my life forever?
How could one little plus send me spiralling down into a deep emotion I had never felt before—A mix between Depression, anxiety, terror, and pain?
How could this one positive sign make me doubt each and every decision I've ever made?
How could it break that floodgate I had built so firmly, letting memories lash out and tear at my insides?
How could I be pregnant?
A/N: Very short, very open, very vogue. This is what to expect of my intros. For everything, I don't care about flames, so go ahead and trash me. Good luck finding something my parents haven't already said. My first fanfic, so it's not the best.
