𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐰𝐨

62 | Z A C K

What was I expecting?

To find her sobbing her heart out and trying to numb the pain? To find her chained to the bed as she kicked her arms and legs in the air, demanding freedom? To find the nurses trying to inject her to calm her down and make her fall asleep? To find her holding a drug attempting to kill herself? All because of the pain of losing our daughter?

Those were the thoughts that kept swiveling in my mind. I took a deep breath to make the ache in my chest less unbearable but it was impossible. My palms were sweating and I was breathing heavily like a kid in his first airplane ride. It has being several hours since I saw the light of the day. I was unable to eat anything nor talk to anyone. My parents tried everything they could think of to change my mind but nothing worked.

I'm still in the same clothes but I don't care. A lot of things were running in my mind to think about it. A couple of hours ago, Cole and I had to go to the police station to give our statements and explain what we witnessed. I restricted nothing and told them all I know from Jenna's sick behavior and her sick attempts to make Daisy miscarry. Which was successful.

Cole opened up about his previous case with Jenna and how she accused him of sexually assaulting her. He didn't leave out being adopted by the Coleman and their mistreatment of him and his sister. Jenna is in their custody and her parents are there going through series of interrogations. The detective had promised to justify everything and reopen Cole's case to see what he could do. He was in Daisy's room for over half an hour after she woke up a couple of hours ago.

"She wants to see you." Cole said, leaving the door open for me. He has a stoic expression pinned on his face as he pat me on the shoulders gently. He nodded, as if motivating me to go in and then walked away.

The detective had finished his questioning session with Daisy and had already left. Cole was the first person to enter the room and talk to his sister. I couldn't face her because I was a bundle of nerves, standing in my own shadows, my heart raging like a rhythm in my ears. I was scared of facing the girl I love and accepting the fact that we lost something we cherished the most in our lives.

Our angel.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and spun to meet my mother's hopeful eyes staring at me. The gentle glow in her eyed was urging me to be a man and go inside. I couldn't help but smile at my mother before turning away. I took the few steps and enter the room.

The first thing I set my eyes on was the figure on the hospital bed covered with a white coverlet. The light in the room is bright, almost blinding my eyes. The windows were shut and the curtains were closed. The room looks very neat and clean and the soft breeze makes it divine. It carried my spirit in gentle ways and made me relax.

"Hey beautiful." I whispered as I slowly trek to her.

Her soft, beautiful blue eyes were filled with grief hidden behind the wearied gaze. Her face was void of makeup and her luscious blonde strands were tousled around her head on the pillow. My eyes traced her arms to her once bulging belly where her hands lay there. All sorts of emotions rushed inside me as I thought of what we lost. The tragedy of life is in what dies inside a person while he lives.

I took her hand into mine and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. She smiled sadly at me, tears blurring her vision. The pain of watching her break down gripped my heart I almost cried too. But I can't be weak for her. Misery had touched us, hurt us, and left us to deal with its repugnant aftermath. We've loved, lost and we still came out strong. Our daughter might be gone but their are certain things death can't take - The love we have for her.

"I'm sorry I lost the baby." She whispered in a quiet, soft voice.

I placed a finger on her quivering lips to stop her from talking. "Ssh! It wasn't your fault, love. It was never your fault. Everything's going to be okay." I brushed back a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Sometimes, even with a touch of makeup and every hair in place to look beautiful, deep inside you your soul is not flawless. Because nothing in this world is." She sniffed and looked into my eyes. She shifted a little bit, indicating I join her. I lay down next to her, my arm wrapped around her shoulders and we stared at the ceiling of the room.

"I'm sorry you have to go through this pain. You don't deserve any of it. I thought we're going to have a baby and move in together soon. Though we lost the baby, I want you to know that I will always be by your side. I love you." I pecked her on the cheek as she smiled.

She took my hand to her lips and kissed the back of it. "She might be gone but the beautiful memories she left behind are still there. I can still feel her small form inside me. I can still feel the motherly affections I have for her. Maybe she's gone but she will always have a spot in my heart. She brought new experiences in our lives. Our little girl made me a mother and made you a father."

The ache was a chill wind trapped in the chambers of my heart. Just for a fleeting moment, I can hear the sound of her heartbeat, echoing softly and I feel the equanimity I have built up over the past few hours evaporate. I can never fathom why we were given someone so good only to have them snatched away again. My face was wet with tears as they roll to my lips, their taste warm and salty.

"I love you." I murmured into her hair when I felt the wetness on my shirt. She had her face burrowed on my chest and her shoulders were shaking as she sobbed uncontrollably. I'm not going to stop her. It's the only way to let out the pain. "We are going to go through this together." I repeated again.

Our daughter didn't stay for long, but she changed me forever in those few precious months. I've seen what she looked like in her mother's belly though I never got the chance to see her outside. My baby girl left her gentle footprints on my heart. All of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of my eyes and in that part of my chest that gets an empty and hollow feeling. The more you love someone, the more you grieve.

And today, we lost the sparkling of the stars. We would never see them the way we used to.

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