#una interactions

Una had called her best friend the moment she was alone in her apartment. She was emotionally exhausted, having screamed and cried as her boyfriend told her he was leaving her. He’d fed her some bullshit about how he’d met someone else, how he felt more alive with his new girlfriend than he ever had with Una. As soon as he’d packed up the last of his things that were laying around her place, Una had called Camille to come over right away. She’d been sobbing on the phone, and it had taken at least three tries for her to fully explain to Camille what happened. Now, she sat on the couch in her living room curled up into a ball, her chin resting on her knees. When she heard a knock on the front door, she called out “Its open.” She was too drained to move from where she sat on the couch to open the door.

Una had been holding her breath for almost a week now, nervous when she didn’t get her period. She kept holding out hope it would come the next day, but by the time she was five days late, she was in a panic. Finally, she’d run to the drug store and purchased three pregnancy tests. All three had been positive, and were now scattered on the coffee table in Una’s living room. Texting Camille to come over right away, Una sat on the couch in her living room in a state of shock. When she heard a knock on the front door, it took her a few seconds to process it. Finally, she stood up and opened the door to let Camille inside. “Come in” she said, her voice sounding far away. “Thanks for coming over.” She felt bad texting Camille for an emergency twice in such a short span of time, but there was nobody else she could go to with this. Her ex had made it clear he wanted nothing to do wit her. And if she didn’t talk to somebody, she was going to lose her mind.