Trinity's POV
After many hours of crying and being detached from reality, I am left with a decision. I don't know what I can do without Hayden, but something tells me she would want me to live on. I could never let her down and I have to keep working to continue what she would've wanted. I would feel helpless and ashamed of myself if I knew I let her down, and she would've seen the whole thing from where she stands today in the Heavens. I reprocess all of these thoughts in my head, eliminating the hopeless ones sporadically. When I've finished the many scattered thoughts and come to one, I know I have to try my hardest to continue my battle. I cannot just simply give up because my shining star has burnt out. I have to keep running my race and opening my eyes every morning with a grin upon my hopeful face. I decide once I've made my decision I should work myself up to see Hayden's baby. I ask the nurse to see her, and she returns shortly with a bundle of pure miracle rested in her arms. "Her name is Heaven, and she told me to make sure that you knew so," the nurse informs, handing my the baby. I gaze into her bright eyes and see Hayden's beautiful eyes. I stare at her for so long, not once losing intrest in her tiny hands grasping at my hair as if it was made of diamonds. It does not take me long to realize that she is an angel, and yet again, we're left with more decisions. I know she's one of us, and it doesn't take me long to see it. I can tell by the spark in her eyes and the miracle she was just shows it even more. I think of what her name is, Heaven Millers. It is so beautiful and so powerful. I decide I will begin to train her once she's capable of understanding things. I know she's an angel in the making. For now, I should look upon her and be proud, because strength is renewed, and its a whole new chapter.
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Trinity
Teen FictionTrinity, a mindful tale that makes the ordinary person think about how much one has, and how much many people do not have. This fantasy dreamworld of a story leaves the average human being beam, as events churn and feelings change. People won't rema...