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120: Despair

Author: Meminger
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-08 00:02:31

Fiona POV

Today I felt especially emotional, my hand resting constantly on my belly that no longer held life inside, the small curve still there like a cruel reminder of what had been growing and what I had lost forever.

I sat on the edge of the bed in my old room at Mom’s house, surrounded by the familiar walls and childhood memories that usually comforted me, but today they felt distant, like they belonged to someone else’s life.

The tiny baby booties I had bought months ago for the layette lay in my lap, soft and white with little blue stars embroidered on them. I ran my fingers over them slowly, tracing the delicate stitching, imagining tiny feet kicking inside, the baby wearing them home from the hospital, Sebastian smiling as he held our child for the first time.

Tears came quiet but steady, rolling down my cheeks without sound. The pain was sharp and fresh, like the loss had happened yesterday instead of days ago.

I knew the grief would ease one day, fade to something bear
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