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It had been seven hard, gut wrenching days since she had been discharged from the hospital. The bleeding and pain had come to a minimum. With everyday, she learned to persevere through the trials and tribulations.
Celeste couldn't sulk in her pain for too long, because she had a daughter on earth still dependent upon her. However, that didn't mean days weren't rough, and nights where the silence was oh so loud hadn't consumed her.
Celeste tried to maintain contact with her loved ones, but that became a chore, rather than a norm. Just when she thought her father had the world figured out, he was left speechless. There wasn't an ounce of wisdom or sympathy that could cure a broken heart from failure of childbearing.
Over the course of a week, Celeste experienced most stages of grief. She continuously cried at the thought of losing her baby. She didn't claim the best track record when it came to pregnancies. As if her emergency cesarean surgery with birthing Sanai wasn't trauma enough, now she had to carry the burden of this.
Celeste had lost all trust in her body. The main responsibility of a woman was to have children, but she couldn't even do that right. The consequences of miscarriage was eating her alive.
While some may consider her lucky, simply because she didn't build a relationship with the child. In her mind, that didn't make the process any lighter compared to a woman that carried the child full term. That was still her and Saint's second chance to start fresh. He would've gotten everything he's ever wanted and Sanai would've potentially gotten her little sister.
As she looked around the room, there were multiple vases filled with assortments of flowers. While the people sending them had pure intentions, the flowers only reminded her of that very evening. She hadn't been back to the salon and the flowers Saint bought that day were probably dead.
"You coming with me and Nai to the park?" Saint asked as he zipped his jacket.
Celeste wasn't in the mood for anything, "Maybe next time."
Saint frowned, "Will next time ever come?" The statement came off harsh, but it was valid. Whenever someone asked her to partake in an activity, she declined and resumed her mourning.
"Just go, Saint." Celeste pushed him away. She had been doing that recently. Her actions weren't intentional, but they did have a lasting impact.
Saint failed to reply, he only slammed the room door shut. Celeste flinched at the sudden burst of noise. Through the door, she could hear Sanai speaking.
"Mommy isn't coming again?" Sanai's soft voice held a bit of sadness. Normally, this would've been enough to make Cel jump out the bed, but it wasn't.
"Nah, she's still real sick." Saint replied. Sanai's response was quite simple, "Okay."
While they walked down the staircase, Celeste went into Saint's bathroom to freshen herself. While struggling to regain her strength, she ensured to maintain her appearance.
