Sebastian’s POV
Three days had passed, but it felt like a blur. I could still hear the silence in our home, louder than anything I had ever known. The emptiness hung in the air like a heavy fog, and every room felt colder. Natalie hadn’t spoken much. She mostly sat by the window or lay in bed, staring at nothing.
Today was the funeral.
The baby we had waited for. The baby we had already named in our hearts. He never got the chance to see the world, and yet he had changed ours completely.
I stood in front of the mirror, buttoning my shirt slowly. My hands trembled, but I tried to keep them steady. My black suit hung loosely on me; I had lost weight over the past few days. I hadn’t eaten much, and sleep had become a stranger.
When
Sebastian’s POVThree days had passed, but it felt like a blur. I could still hear the silence in our home, louder than anything I had ever known. The emptiness hung in the air like a heavy fog, and every room felt colder. Natalie hadn’t spoken much. She mostly sat by the window or lay in bed, staring at nothing.Today was the funeral.The baby we had waited for. The baby we had already named in our hearts. He never got the chance to see the world, and yet he had changed ours completely.I stood in front of the mirror, buttoning my shirt slowly. My hands trembled, but I tried to keep them steady. My black suit hung loosely on me; I had lost weight over the past few days. I hadn’t eaten much, and sleep had become a stranger.When
I woke up to silence.Not the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket on a quiet morning, but the kind that hangs heavy in the air, the kind that feels like something has been taken. Something irreplaceable.My body ached. Not the dull, throbbing pain that came with pregnancy, but something sharper, emptier. Instinctively, my hand moved to my stomach. I waited for the familiar flutter, the little kick that reminded me I wasn't alone.But there was nothing.Just stillness.And in that moment, I knew.My eyes fluttered open, struggling against the harsh white light above me. The hospital room was cold, sterile, and far too quiet. Machines beeped softly beside me, but all I could hear was the pounding of my own heart.&nb
Sebastian's POVThe day had started just like any other. Natalie was still recovering from the weeks of pregnancy stress, but her usual spark had returned. We spent the morning together, enjoying the little things, the kind of moments that felt normal. It was peaceful. No drama, no interruptions. Just us, trying to make sense of everything that had happened in the past few months.But nothing had prepared me for what was coming next.I was sitting across from Natalie in the living room. She was on the couch, her hands resting gently on her swollen belly, a soft smile on her face as she looked down at the baby."You know," she said softly, her voice a bit distant, "sometimes I just wonder what he’ll be like."
Sebastian's POVI couldn’t sleep. The house was too quiet, and the silence was loud in my ears. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the letter I had found in the trash. I had smoothed out its torn edges and read it at least five times, but it still didn’t make sense. Something about it made my skin crawl. It was from a lawyer - someone tied to Natalie’s past, and maybe her pain.Natalie lay beside me, her back turned. Her breathing was slow, but I could tell she wasn’t fully asleep. There was a tension in the way her body curled, like she was carrying something heavy. Something she didn’t want to share.I wanted to ask her. I wanted to roll over and whisper, “What’s going on, Nat?” But I didn’t. Not yet. I wasn
Natalie's POVI stared at the torn envelope on the kitchen counter, my fingers trembling slightly as I reached for the kettle. The flat was dark, except for the small lamp above the sink that hummed quietly and cast a soft yellow glow. I hadn’t even turned on the lights when I came home earlier - I just sat in silence, feeling like the walls were closing in. My chest was tight. It had been tight all day...I poured water into the kettle, each movement slow, my thoughts running wild. The journal sat there like it was watching me, daring me to open it again. Like it still had more to say. I thought I could keep this to myself. I really did. But the moment I saw that lawyer at the café - the way he wore that nervous smile and handed admonished me like my entire existence was on fire - I knew I couldn’t carry it
Sebastian's POVI should’ve known something wasn’t right. The way Natalie agreed so easily to rest after our argument. It wasn’t like her. Not at all. Usually, she would’ve fought back, insisted on doing what she wanted. But today, she just nodded and said, “Okay, I’ll rest.” Something in her voice didn’t sound quite right, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.But I had to go to work. I had a meeting to attend, and the business couldn’t wait. I kissed her forehead as I left, telling her I’d be back soon. I didn’t hear her say “I love you” back, but I tried not to think too much about it. She was probably tired.Still, I couldn’t focus at work. My mind kept wandering back to her. Why was she so quick to give in this time? She was always so strong, so independent. It wasn’t like her to give up on something so easily, especially not after what had happened yesterday. I felt uneasy, like something was waiting to happen, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.Around noo