When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I was at a loss, so I went to Macy.

She was at Hour Bar.

It was still early, so there weren’t many customers. Macy ordered a cocktail before she handed it to me. “Why are you here at this hour? Did something happen?”

My gaze swept across the girls spinning around the poles. Hearing the tremendously loud pop music and yells, I shook my head. The cocktail was already on my lips when I put it down. “No. I came here to wind down.”

“Did Ashton bully you again?” Macy asked in exasperation. “If you’ve had enough of it, get a divorce. You’re pretty enough to get other men whom you’re attracted to. Why would you stay with an ice sculpture forever? Isn’t that tiring?”

Macy was always this outspoken. We were good friends, so she hated seeing me mope over Ashton.

I handed the pregnancy report to her as I uttered helplessly, “Even if I’m pretty, would any man accept me if I have a child?”

Grabbing the pregnancy report from me, Macy studied it carefully. Her eyes widened as she asked me, “You’re six weeks pregnant? I’d thought that you never had sex with Ashton? How did you get pregnant?”

Ashton came to pick me up.” I took the pregnancy report

took her a while to regain her composure. “So what will you

my head. To be honest,

is dead, so being pregnant spells trouble. You should abort it and

I told Macy, “You should head back to work. I’ll stay here

that I wouldn’t heed her advice. Seeing as such, she changed my

night fell, the bar became crowded and rowdy. Macy was too busy to talk to me, so I sat

in the bar

had arrived. It wasn’t until people started yelling and stuff

the bar; all of them were surrounding Macy. Most of the customers

the corner in the shadows, so no one

surprise, Macy was eerily calm.