A life lost

Isabella’s POV

I don’t remember falling.

One moment, I was standing, taking one step toward the bathroom like Emily told me to, and the next… everything went black. Not the soft kind of darkness. The kind that swallows you whole. Just like the one that enveloped my life on my wedding day.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I smelled was antiseptic.

Hospitals always smell the same-cold, and faith.

My head was pounding and my body felt weak, like something had been pulled out of me. I tried to move my fingers, then my legs. Pain shot through my lower body, sharp and sudden, making me gasp.

“Bella… Bella, you’re awake.”

I heard Emily’s voice.

I turned my head slowly to her. She was sitting beside the bed, her eyes red and swollen. She looked like she had been crying for hours.

“What… what happened?” My voice came out dry and broken.

“You fainted, and started bleeding,” she said softly. “And I brought you here, we are at the hospital.”

I swallowed. My throat hurt. Everything hurt. “Why do I feel like this?”

Emily didn’t answer immediately.

She stood up, walked toward the door, then stopped. Her shoulders shook. When she turned back to me, her face crumpled, and that was when fear finally wrapped its hands around my heart.

“Emily?” I whispered. “What’s wrong?”

She came back to my side, took my hand in both of hers, and squeezed it like she was afraid I would disappear.

“The doctor said…” Her voice broke. She took a deep breath. “Bella… you were pregnant.”

The words didn’t register at first.

Pregnant?

“No,” I said immediately. “That’s not possible.”

She shook her head, tears spilling freely now. “You were. But the stress… the shock… the fainting…”

My heart started racing. “Emily, stop. Please stop.”

Her grip tightened. “You lost the baby.”

The room tilted.

I stared at the ceiling, unable to breathe, unable to scream. My chest felt hollow, like someone had ripped something out of me without asking.

A baby.

Sebastian’s baby. Our baby, that was supposed to bound us together.

My body started shaking. Tears poured down my temples into my hair. “No… no… no…” I whispered over and over again. “I didn’t even know… I didn’t even get to protect it…”

Emily leaned over me, hugging me carefully. “I’m so sorry, Bella. I’m so, so sorry.” 

"But why didn't you tell me, how can you be three months pregnant and not be aware?" Emily asked me accusingly. 

  But I couldn't answer her, because that was carelessness. This could have been avoided had the t been i was more careful. No, this baby couldn't survive the pressure of the agony in me even if he was properly taken care of. 

It would have been a reason to bring us back. Me and sebastian, but now that i lost it, there's nothing that can  bring sebastian back to me, maybe magic.

I cried until my chest hurt. Until my eyes burned. Until my heart felt like it would never beat normally again.

When the tears finally slowed, one thought remained.

Sebastian.

He deserved to know.

“I need to see him,” I said suddenly.

Emily pulled back. “Bella—”

“I have to,” I insisted, my voice weak but firm. “He needs to know. About the baby. About everything.”

She looked at me like she was scared for me. “He hurt you. He didn’t listen.”

“I know,” I whispered. “But this… this was ours. And even if he hates me, he deserves to know that we lost something together.”

I stared at the white hospital walls, my hand resting over my stomach.

Empty.

And all I could think was that maybe—just maybe—this would make him listen.

Even if it broke me all over again.