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(T/W: mentions of child murder and suicide)

When Lizia Gressi was fifteen, she had a daughter named Georgette, whom she gave up to her great aunt Candy. Lizia regretted her decision every day.

However, in this universe, Lizia kept her little girl.

-

Lizia lay half asleep, Georgette in her arms. She was so perfect and beautiful. So tiny and precious. How could Lizia have even considered giving her away?

Luc entered the room with a small toy triceratops. "Hey, Lizzy," he greeted. "I brought this. For Georgette."

Lizia smiled tiredly up at him. "It's so cute," she said. "Georgie will love it."

Luc sat beside her with a chuckle. "Barely out of the womb and you already gave her a nickname?" he teased.

Lizia rolled her eyes. "You were the one who called her Peanut before she was born," she said.

Luc didn't have a comeback. Instead, he simply pressed his lips to Lizia's.

-

Georgette was a month old now and growing like a weed. Lizia loved her more than life itself.

Fenla stuck her head in the nursery door. "Lizia, Luc is here to see you," she said. "He seems upset."

Lizia stood, brow furrowed. She set Georgette in the bassinet and went to see her boyfriend.

Luc was in the living room, his hair a mess. His hands were shaking. Before Lizia could say anything, he spoke.

"I cheated on you," he told her.

Lizia stared at him. "...what?" she said softly. He was lying. He had to have been. How could he betray her? How could he cheat on the mother of his child?

"I cheated on you," he repeated. "With Ymara Vrayghetti. We did it in the back of her dad's car and it was the best time I've had since we got together."

She took a small step back, tears welling in her eyes. "Why are you telling me this?" she asked in a small voice.

He looked her up and down before speaking.  "I'm breaking up with you. To get with Ymara."

No...

"Sorry," he said with a small shrug.

She ignored him, running back upstairs. No. This couldn't be happening. Luc wasn't leaving her. This was all some fucked up dream.

She slammed the nursery door shut as soon as she entered. Georgette started crying. So did Lizia.

Lizia stopped crying not long after. Tears never seemed to last long with her. But Georgette was still wailing.

Lizia stood and picked up her daughter. "Shh, stop crying," she tried to soothe her. To no avail. The baby kept crying, kicking her little legs.

"Stop crying!" Lizia repeated, getting angry now. She'd stopped crying. Why couldn't Georgette? "Hush. Stop crying."

But of course, Georgette kept crying. Lizia was getting more irritated, her hands shaking.

"Just stop crying!" she shouted, throwing Georgette back into the bassinet. A choked gargle, then silence.

Lizia swallowed hard. Something was wrong, wasn't it. She peeked into the bassinet.

At least Georgette stopped crying.

-

Lizia stood on the balcony, looking down at the spiked fence around their house.

Georgette was dead. Her perfect little baby girl was dead, all because she'd gotten mad at her for crying.

Lizia blinked back more tears and swung her legs over the railing. She stood on the outside of the rails, looking down.

"See you soon, Georgie," she murmured before jumping.

One of the fence spikes impaled her through the stomach. Firefighters had to remove her the next day.