Amethyst couldn't sleep that night, so she tiptoed to the nursery where her niece was. She then looked down at the beautiful baby girl and smiled before she lightly grazed her hand against her cheek. And that's when she noticed it, the little girl's chest wasn't making the small rises and falls that it usually did. So she placed her hand to her niece's chest, and when she didn't feel the familiar tiny heartbeat, she knew that she was dead.
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Bright Lips, Sad Heart
Short StoryAll she wanted was to no longer be forgotten. #4 in the Blair Sisters Series Copyright © paradisedesire 2014.