Thomas O'Sullivan & Edith Montgomery

End

The baby was dead.

Dead.

I should never have left Edith. I blamed her. She did it.

The reason for all the blood was because she stabbed herself in the ribs. And then given birth, alone. In the bathroom.

So she too, was dead. 

My Edie. My sweet little Edie, and my baby girl, were gone.

How? It was too much to process.

I had damaged, ruined and wrecked Edith. She was so unhappy, and I just watched her go. I drove her to her death.

I wish I had never slept with her, I wish I had never met her at Bill's, I wish I hadn't spoken to her on her first day, then she could be happy. Now no one was happy.

If only I hadn't loved her, if only I hadn't cared so much. I tried, I did, to make her happy. But it wasn't enough. Or she was too much.

Either way, she was dead. 

Edith Montgomery, her gorgeous blue eyes, her elegantly long legs, her soft brown hair, it was almost as if she was too good to be true. Too perfect for this world. So she left. Leaving a scar, an empty hole, that could not be filled. 

She was dead, and just like that, life returned to normal.

NB

Sorry about the lame ending lol