tale of confessions

[professional]

It's half pass two when I walk in the door. I don't notice the thin figure standing in front of me until I was almost on top of it. The warmth from the harsh breathe gave away her position. I rush to break the silence with a question, taking the focus off me. "why are you still awake?" Her eyes are glossy in the dark as if they have recently seen a flood of tears, My assumption was confirmed when I went to kiss her cheek and the skin was moist and cold from stale tears that had sat for more then hours. I ask what is wrong fully knowing my actions were the result of such damage. no words from her cold body, as if she stood there soaking in the freshly laid perfume on my collar or the few strains of hair that were not in their proper fashion. I grab her hand and pull her closer to me, It wasn't easy she tumbled forward in one falling motion towards my chest. I tried to warm her body but it was so cold. Talk to me please... she still said nothing... I knew I had hurt her bad, and my treason to our love was written all over me, my breathe still smelt of cheap champagne, and my cloths of sweat and anticipation. She began to fall heavier in my arms as if the life was being sucked out of her and I was to bare witness to her death. I held her closer confessing myself to her, telling her it was only recently, that she meant nothing to me, that it was purely frustration and I couldn't hold back from such a temptation. I noticed weight being lifted off my shoulder, but not the guilt that I carried but the mass of the body I held... She stepped back, now with a completely new look in her face... one of shock and disgust... I begged her to talk, it wasn't healthy, Please say something anything to me please.....
Her face had a glow, a little brightness...her lips quivered at first and her voice was as soft as her first breathe... "I'm having your baby."

My confession and her confession lingered in the air for the rest of the night.