I watched Elena walk towards the swing, her silhouette a fleeting presence beneath the moonlit sky. A soft sigh escaped me, a reflection of the unspoken concerns that lingered in the depths of my heart.
"I really let her go there by herself, but my heart wouldn't let me," I mused silently, a mix of worry and reluctance playing on my features. The night held a delicate balance between serenity and the quiet turmoil within me.
I questioned myself, grappling with the reasons behind my concern. Why did I worry so much about her safety in the presence of that undeserving jerk? The unsettling thought that he might discover Elena's condition unsettled me. If he found out about the life growing within her, I knew he would make every effort to manipulate the situation, to convince her to stay.
"And Elena!" I called out softly, my voice carrying a note of longing. The hesitation lingered as I took a lingering glance in the direction she had gone.
