PHILOPHOBIA

Rain Pt. 2

Eleanor ~ 3 weeks

"I'm Pregnant"

They seemed like just two words, meaning nothing and becoming nothing into the cold, crisp air. But for some reason, words like these are harder to tell anybody you know. Especially when it was unintentional. But when Eleanor had told this news to Latif, expecting the worst. She got something completely different. When she told those two words, she saw Latif in a whole new light as he wrapped his muscular arms around her.

Tears had still soaked the rim of her eyes as she looked at Latif in shock. She had thought he would have run or yelled at her. Not hug her. It took a long time for her lingering arms to hug his figure back.

She felt the weight of her shoulders drift off. She felt better about the situation, a lot better. She didn't know what was going to happen next but she was glad she wasn't alone, or she thinks she isn't. She knew that she couldn't just have her fetus without a father, she was glad she at least thinks someone could be there for them.

If there was a them.

She still had her options, in fact, they weren't even close from being out-of-date. But she was still indecisive, so was her mom. As long as there was no decision, she couldn't fully decide and commit to an option.

Eleanor shifted from the swaying bench and detached herself from Latif. He looked a little dazed before looking at her, she felt uncomfortable under his gaze. The once profound clover and chocolatey eyes now seemed.. different. Eleanor didn't know how to explain it.

Latif scared her when he closed his eyes and came closer to her. Her heart was in slowmotion.

Thump, thump, thump.

Suddenly she pushed her hand - one finger pointed - to his lips. She didn't want to kiss him, not after what she just told him. It seemed childish of him to expect her to fall in his arms. When Latif looked at her in confusion, she just shook her head. She wasn't just going to fall head over heels for him, and she probably never would.

"No"

Eleanor's voice filled the porch, the porch felt bigger and emptier as her voice filled it.

Latif felt taken aback at her sudden action. the porch suddenly felt unwieldy. The air was so thick that you could cut through it. Eleanor didn't like the feeling, the look of rejection that filled Latif's features, or anything in between. Right now she just wanted to shrink into a shell like a turtle and never come out.

"I think you should go"

Eleanor watched as Latif slowly made his way off the swaying bench and walked off the porch. The cantaloupe smelling rain now burned her nose. She felt bad, like she had done something wrong. She hadn't, he was the one who did wrong, right? then why did she feel this way? Like it was her fault? Eleanor shrugged it off, she wasn't in the mood to get deep in thought. She held her dark blue cardigan stronger as she walked slowly to the door to her house. She never knew that she could feel this empty while entering her home. The home that had helped her since the beginning.

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New story coming after this chapter called The P.E. Chronicles. I just need to get my cover and I will be soaring through! Thanks for Reading! Comment on what you guys think! I leave you to the keyboard now!