Antanasia

The Demon and the Human

Bright flashing lights and the smell of various alcohols would be the first thing to greet you entering Temptress, a rather popular club famous for the drinks more than anything else. It was obviously the club's happy hour, as the staff was beginning to be stretched thin.
It is during this time that we meet two obviously drunk people engaging in conversation. A woman, dressed in tight clothes and an obvious objective of leaving the Temptress with company. Her light brown hair was slightly curled and the bangs pined back to show hooded dark brown eyes. The man was dressed as if he had gone straight to the Temptress after a stressful day of work, however his hair was white, as if bleached and had gone years without a proper comb. His light green eyes mirrored the woman's, sharing her intent. The woman leaned forward with drunken playfulness, while also showing off her breasts not hidden by her top. The man made what
sounded to be a pleased growl, and leaned into the woman's ear and began to whisper. Her face flushed even more, before grabbing his shoulders and gave a nip to his jawline.
From there on it esclelated, and the two went from the club to the woman's home and danced the dance of lovers. It lasted until the latest hours of the night, and both felt sated when they stopped, and soon, the woman fell to the embrace of sleep. The man however, got up and made himself presentable before leaving.
The woman would wake up with a blurred recollection of the night, but with no feeling of shame. She was disappointed by the lack of note, however she knew the possibility of there not being one.
It wasn't until later, when she was taking her birth control pill that she realized, with horror, that she had forgotten to take it yesterday. There was no other form of protection used during last night. With this new knowledge, she looked down at her abdomen. She made plans to buy a Morning-After pill, however it would not work. Nothing short of abortion would get rid of the baby growing in her womb.
However her morals would not allow it, and she soon prepared for the life as a single mother, and deal with the scorn she would face with it. She held her head high as friends and family denounced her. She would go through the journey with only the help of an elderly woman who went through a similar journey.
She would be strong, and she will love her child more than anything else.

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A/N: Thank you for taking the time to reading this!