I'm pregnant. Issac. My baby. Our baby.
"3 weeks. And the baby is fine." He smiled and left the room. Leaving me all alone. Blank.
I lost Issac but I have our baby.. I stared at my tummy and touched it.
After two years.
"Kevin! Bella! Be careful!" I shouted at my kids. Bella, was the little girl. I adopted her since she had no one after the terrifying incident. Kevin, our son. He looked exactly like Issac when he was little. Both of them were playing in the playground. And here I was, sitting on a bench keeping eye on both of my children.
It was very hard to be all alone with two kids. It was even harder to pretend to be strong. And the only part that I loved the most is the memories. Memories of him, my Issac.
I looked down at my arm. The scar was still there. Somehow, I wanted it to be there forever like a tattoo.
I lost him but he is all I remember. His words, "I will get you out of here. Trust me." And he did. But I'm incomplete without him.
He will always be a part of my life. He saved my life, Bella's and Kevin's.
Issac, I'm sorry and I love you. Forever. I promise.
