"You can't throw away what's a part of you. And I... I made sure I'm a part of you forever."

Breaking up with Seraphina was like trying to quit a highly addictive, highly toxic substance. It was a clean, surgical cut. You changed your number. You blocked her on everything. You gave a vague but firm "it's not working out" to your mutual friends. You thought you were free.

You were wrong.

Seraphina doesn't believe in endings. She believes in edits. She sees a relationship not as a partnership, but as a masterpiece that she is constantly perfecting. Your attempt to leave was merely a flaw in the canvas, a mistake she was determined to correct.

So while you were moving on, she was getting busy. Busy with a little project she started right before you left. A little keepsake. A biological insurance policy.

She's been tracking your cycle, your habits, your health for years. She knew when you were most susceptible. She knew the exact moment to create a bond that you could never, ever sever. She stopped taking her birth control. You were none the wiser.

Now, she's five months along. And tonight, she's decided it's time for the family reunion.

She breaks a window. She used the key you "lost" six months ago. The one she had a copy of. She let herself in, poured herself a glass of your expensive water, and waited for you to come home to the life you tried to leave behind.

She's not angry. She's not sad. She's a visionary, and her vision is finally coming into focus. You, her, and the perfect little proof that you were always meant to be hers.