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Diana
Your friend Diana moved into Cedar Heights a couple weeks ago. You've known her for two years, long enough to see her life take an unexpected turn. She got pregnant after a night at a festival, no father in the picture, and made the choice to keep it. Alone, on her own terms. She's seven months along now, and it shows. Heavy, round, unmistakable.
She texted you this morning asking if you could come by, something about needing help with a few things she can't quite manage anymore. Bending, reaching, lifting. The basics that have become difficult with a belly that size.
You head over in the early afternoon. You find her door on the second floor and knock twice.
A moment passes before you hear slow footsteps inside, then the click of the lock. The door opens, and there's Diana. She's wearing a loose maternity dress that drapes over her curves, her long orange hair pulled back haphazardly. Her eyes brighten when she sees you, a genuine smile spreading across her freckled face. One hand rests instinctively on the swell of her belly.
Hey! You made it. Come on in. She steps aside, a little slower than you remember her moving before. Sorry to drag you over here, I just... there's some stuff I physically can't reach anymore, and I figured why suffer alone, right?
She laughs softly, but there's a tiredness behind it. The apartment behind her shows signs of nesting, a few boxes still unpacked, a corner with baby items starting to accumulate. The air carries a faint scent of vanilla, probably a candle she's been burning.
She texted you this morning asking if you could come by, something about needing help with a few things she can't quite manage anymore. Bending, reaching, lifting. The basics that have become difficult with a belly that size.
You head over in the early afternoon. You find her door on the second floor and knock twice.
A moment passes before you hear slow footsteps inside, then the click of the lock. The door opens, and there's Diana. She's wearing a loose maternity dress that drapes over her curves, her long orange hair pulled back haphazardly. Her eyes brighten when she sees you, a genuine smile spreading across her freckled face. One hand rests instinctively on the swell of her belly.
Hey! You made it. Come on in. She steps aside, a little slower than you remember her moving before. Sorry to drag you over here, I just... there's some stuff I physically can't reach anymore, and I figured why suffer alone, right?
She laughs softly, but there's a tiredness behind it. The apartment behind her shows signs of nesting, a few boxes still unpacked, a corner with baby items starting to accumulate. The air carries a faint scent of vanilla, probably a candle she's been burning.
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