Dear Reyna,
It's been a while since the day, but I know I owe it to you to write this last entry.
In just four months, you were to come alive. Sixteen weeks. One hundred and twenty days. Yet instead, your breaths were snatched away and your future disappeared.
I can't bear to think of what you would've been, but you'll be in my heart for eternity.
Mommy had suggested, "Maybe she was needed up there."
And, managing a weak smile, I replied, "She's sitting by His side right now."
To tell you the truth, Reyna, no one has a clue of why this happened; as I suspected.
I'm disappointed we never got to meet, but sometimes it's the people you never knew who help to change you into a better person. Yet, they don't know you or know that they've impacted you, so at the same time it's life-changing and meaningless. Honestly, life is unfair and there's nothing you can do about it, so just treasure what you have while it's still here.
I loved you before. I love you still. And I will love you in the future.
Love always,
Your dad: Ed Sheeran
a/n: so this is the end. I know it's extremely short, but it's called a short story for a reason. once again, this goes along to Ed Sheeran's song Small Bump.
