<div style="text-align: center">《 Sou-Yeon 》<br/>
<i>Location: Abendblume conference room<br/>
Addressing: Hale, Dr. Frazier, and anyone else who will listen</i>​</div><br/>Her life was out of her hands. How many times had she felt like nothing was impossible for her, and she could have anything she wanted with the right angle on her picture and a caption designed to go viral? How many times had it been true? But there was no captioning this to make it go her way. This was all about a test and a line, a small blue line.<br/><br/>Ironically, she thought of another thin blue line that she had often mocked. Now she wished with all her heart he was here, by her side. This was<i>his </i>fault. He should have been here. He could have fixed this.<br/><br/>She felt each second tick by. This was the longest fucking three minutes she had ever experienced. She blinked through wet lashes and looked at Hale, unsure what quality he was mentioning. A child? He couldn't be talking about a child, could he? She'd been pregnant before – why was it so hard this time? Surely, she'd fucked more times unprotected in the last few months than she ever had before.<br/><br/>But then Hale's words, and the single line on the test, shattered her hopes.<br/><br/>"No," she whispered. Still clinging to her lie she began to weep. "But I was pregnant last week! I was pregnant!" she insisted. "Nooo!" She felt her legs give out beneath her, not because of the 'loss of the child,' but because she was afraid she was going to have to go outside. Then Hale began to suggest having her 'marked,' and Sou started to scream, slap, and kick, completely losing all composure.