LABYRINTH
Lennon poured me a glass of water from the jug situated on my bedside table.
He helped me by holding the glass as I gulped down the water. It burned my dry throat, but the thirst beat the burning sensation I was feeling.
As I composed myself I gathered the courage and asked the question that would either relieve me or break me down in an infinite amount of tiny pieces.
"Doctor, did my baby make it?", I ask, my eyes glued to Noah. His pupils dilated when hearing these words leave my mouth.
He was not a man for many expressions. Hard and stone faced to many, but I can read his eyes and the pain twirling in his dark sea coloured irises gave me the answer that I know will keep me broken for eter
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