Only You
The February chill had seeped into the very brickwork, making the concrete floor feel like ice.
She had just given birth to her twins right there, thrashing in agony on a soiled, ruined mattress while simultaneously coming down from a vicious, unforgiving heroin high. Her emaciated, fragile body simply couldn't cope with the immense, agonising trauma. As the second tiny, slippery baby was finally delivered onto the filthy sheets, Alina's chest heaved one final, desperate time. Her exhausted heart simply gave out, her glassy eyes staring blankly at the peeling paint on the ceiling above.