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A dull thud. Screams of hysteria. Darkness
I sink to my knees sobbing, as the whirlpool of water washes away the assurance of my destiny. A hand snakes around my waist and I'm enveloped in his strong arms, the frosted glass of the bathroom window reflecting back the view of our pitiful selves.
The coldness of the lino floor and the knowledge that I have just gained, chills me to my very core, however more sobering is the sensation of warm tears, flowing from such a normally composed person, down my nape.
Both reduced to naked, shivering wrecks we crawl back into bed, clasping each other, mirroring the others' anguish.
"But it's us", he murmurs, "This can't happen to us".
"I know", I manage to choke back as we rock back and forth gently together, drawing comfort from each others' bodies.
"I love you" I remind him, a gesture reciprocated by a chaste peck on the cheek before silence falls- filled only by the whirring of our contained thought processes.
Placing my head on his chest, he begins to open up at the familiar. Years of contained emotions spill out in a rush. "One event, melting his typical composure, a permanent change for the better" I silently wonder, "Or the gateway to a more violent expression of emotions", as his icy glares and statuesque pose melt and he begins to softly probe into the position on our situation.
My own fragility, like a stream, curves and bends around his solid rock of morals and ambitions until we reach a decision. We seek assurance from each other that we are doing the right thing and then settle down to be content in each others' arms, a picture of togetherness as we lie with legs entwined and fingers enlaced.
A door slams. The spell of harmonious silence and acceptance breaks. Never have two sorrow-filled individuals scrambled out of bed so quickly, reaching for their clothes, smiling and laughing together at their mutual clumsiness in their haste.
Pausing under the door frame for one last tear-choked "I love you", we head downstairs to meet our fate...
The painting of the river, hung in the living room seems strangely inappropriate, knowing that Charlie painted it for my mother whilst she was expecting me. His eyes appraise us now, questioning our rigid posture, clasped hands and exchanged furtive looks.
One last glance.
One last touch.
"I'm pregnant", I whisper and as the world turns black, screams echo as my head hits the floor with a dull thud.
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