Sorry, My Darling
She looked like a tiny doll that might shatter with just a whisper.
The moment I entered, she slowly turned her head toward me.
"Sweetheart," I murmured, taking her hand.
She gave me a faint, radiant smile, her pale face so heartbreakingly beautiful.
I blinked back the tears that blurred my vision, struggling to hold myself together.
Molly deserved a happy ending, even if it was just these final moments. I forced a smile, despite the ache in my chest.
She lifted her hand, resting it gently on my arm.
"Mom, don't cry," she whispered, blinking at me. "It doesn't hurt anymore."
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