It was odd feeling movement inside of me. There was a tiny person occupying my body and moving around in there. The morning sickness had been gone for a few weeks now. The doctor said that we should be able to hear the child's heartbeat at this appointment. We decided that the biological sex of the child would remain a secret. It didn't really matter to us, as our plan was to raise them gender neutral.
I couldn't help feeling nervous on the drive to the clinic. There was this pit in my stomach that was telling me something bad was going to happen. Looking back, I wish we rescheduled the appointment. Perhaps that would have prevented what happened in the aftermath of that day. Perhaps we would be ok right now. There are a lot of things that might have occurred. However, that is the past. Nothing can be done to change it now. I stand there alone, listening to the pounding of my own heart as I gaze upon that little headstone. There was a second larger one just a few inches away, the last names matching. A tear rolled down my face as I softly spoke to them. Never again would I hear his heartbeat, nor will I ever hear the heartbeat of our child.
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Kalopsia
Short StoryKalopsia (Pronounced ka-lop-sE-a): noun. The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are. The world around us is changed by our perception. There are things our eyes simply cannot perceive and so we do not see them. Our brains some...
