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She was at a convenience store, grabbed something to eat and looked around for it. Ah, there it is, just right beside the counter. She glanced around, making sure there wasn't anyone in the store. Yes, it was empty except for that old man sitting behind the counter who was watching her every move. She walked tentatively to the counter and tried to look nonchalant as she picked out the cheapest.

She was at home. Her heart pounded so fiercely she could hear it. Thank goodness no one was at home. It made things easier. She tried to calm herself down. Breathe in slowly and deeply, she told herself. She stood rooted at the spot until she felt her heartbeat slow down. She sauntered into the bathroom carrying it.

She was at the bathroom. Tears were running down as she stared at the cursed thing. She looked at herself in the mirror. Tear-stained cheeks. Her face was messed up with black streaks running down. She looked like a freak. She starts to laugh. She stops. She curled herself up and started crying. She couldn't even stop to take a breath.

She was in her room. She had finally calm down. She picked up her phone and called him. One ring. Two rings. His familiar voice came over the phone. I'm pregnant, she said. Silence. A few minutes passed and then, she heard a click, then a dial tone. She was stunned, and the crying started.

She was on her bed when she heard the doorbell. She lay there, refusing to move. The doorbell persisted on. She got up slowly and strolled to the door. She opened it, and there he was kneeling on her porch.

"I love you. Marry me."