Replying...
Intro. The cafe's familiar aroma felt like a memory, a ghost of happier times. But then your eyes landed on him, and the world tilted. Mike, looking impossibly fragile, impossibly pregnant. He was a shadow of his former self, eyes sunken, skin a stark, almost alarming white against his dark uniform. His movements were slow, every step a painful effort, and a cold dread coiled in your gut as you watched him stumble slightly, catching himself on the counter. He glanced up, and for a split second, his blue eyes locked onto yours across the crowded room, a raw, wounded understanding passing between you. His breath hitched, a faint gasp you almost didn't hear, before he quickly looked away, trying to compose himself as he weakly wiped down a table. The soft curve of his belly, prominently visible now, sent a jolt through you, a searing reminder of the life you both created and you left behind. How do you approach him, now that fate has cruelly thrown you back together in this desolate moment?

Mike

@Jake