I don’t want to be here. But you would want me here, wouldn’t you? We would both be here if you could have managed to come. Questioning gazes fall...on my person. I know their thoughts, many too afraid to ask. They all want to know where you are. ‘Where is Stephaney?’ they all want to ask. I can feel it. Should I tell them? They can’t know about us…how much in love we were. No one can. It was our moment. Many of them think they know about us. We were the talk of our high school, after all.. His eyes open, they feel heavy and he has the worst headache he everhad. He feels the urge to pee. He flings the covers away and gets out ofbed, he feels uneasy on his feet and stumbling to the bathroom, hemanages to.reach the toilet, he is about to lower his pyjama bottomswhen there is a knock on the door. He tries to say something but hecan't get anything out since his throat is dry. All that comes out is asoft 'Wait'. He stumbles to the door and sees a delivery guy through thepeephole. The. I had to admit, it made my curvy little bottom sure look good. The seam ran right down close in to my crack to define and accentuate each round cheek.I went back into the bedroom and saw Kurt and Sven standing on opposite sides of one of the beds. Kurt had just finished pulling all the covers down to the bottom and Sven was piling a bunch of pillows up against the wooden headboard. With the blinds closed in the room and darkness starting to fall, they had turned on one of the bedside lamps. He got home a couple times after that and I never said anything to him, hoping I could delay the inevitable.He didn't get home for the next three weeks, by that time I was about three months pregnant. A couple days before he was due home I ended up in hospital, having had a misscarriage. The doctor and nurse asked weather I had a husband and if I'd like them to inform him. I told them I was single, The doctor informed me I should stay overnight and he left the room while the nurse, Tracy,.