"Mara, I am so sorry." Five words. "We tried." Two words. "Nobody could have seen it." Five words, again.
"Stop."
One word.
Thirteen words spoken. You need atleast 1,000 words to have a conversation. 300 to 600 to travel and know the basics.
Yet it only took thirteen words to destroy my entire world.
And only five words to make me want to die.
"Your baby didn't make it."
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My Sweet Roses
RomanceMara wasn't expecting what happened to her. After her miscarriage, she was torn into pieces. Enzo picked her up, piece by piece; using up all of his heart tape for her, and the child he caused her.
