Oblivion (Larry AU Stylinson MSBK Finale)

Chapter 25

oh shet. this book ends in 6 days. merry louis day!!

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I can't stop staring at it.

Can't stop staring at the emptiness that ironically, fills my soul with sorrow.

She's gone. She's no longer with me. She's no longer inside.

There's no bracelet around my wrist that connect me with a baby in the new born room, because mine is dead.

8 months have been for nothing. 8 months, and I'll never get too see her, caress her cheeks and tell her I love her to pieces.

There will be no room painting or clothes shopping, no buying a new booster seat or making room for another place at the breakfast table.

Nothing.

I glance up as I see the nurses rolling Ethan in, at my request. He was placed in another level, but because there is enough room in mines, they've allowed us to be together.

Thankfully, he's fine.

The doctor said he had some minor head trauma and a few stitches all over his body, but it's fine. I try to convince myself its all fine because he's Alive and that's one less person to say goodbye too.

They place his bed next to mine and I feel the tears well up in my eyes as he sleeps, peacefully. I can see the bruises so clear, and I try to ignore the fact that, this isn't okay. It isn't at all, because I have fault in what's happened to my son.

I could have prevented all of this by leaving him.

But I didn't, because I did something stupid like, fall in love.

The nurses place a new bag of antibiotics for the pain on my machine, but what good does it even do, really? This pain won't go away with a few medication. It'll be here forever.

The nurses leave and I fall back into my previous position, staring at the emptiness.

It's as if I'm waiting for her to appear again, but what are the chances of that ever happening.

I hear a sharp breath and I turn my head to look at Ethan, who surprisingly is still asleep.

When I turn to see if the nurse needs anything else, the answer is no.

Harry's standing, gaping at me from the edge of the bed. I can't help but feel the immense hate that fills my soul as his jaw drops and he tries to reach out to my stomach, but pulls back.

There's nothing there to touch anymore.

"W-Where Is s-she?"

"Where do you fucking think car crashes by drunk drivers take babies?"

I try to hold myself together as Harry's lips trembles and shakes his head, taking a step back.

"N-No."

"Yes Harry."

I let out a choked laugh because why is he so surprised. what did he expect?

"S-She can't. I-I cant"

"But you did. Are you happy with yourself now?"

"Not her too."

I watch as Harry pulls on his hair and drops to his knees, shaking his head. My cheeks are wet now and I ignore my ache to comfort Harry as he tries to scream but choked sobs come out instead.

He tries banging his head on the floor, but the neck cast doesn't let him. Is this pain not enough for him?

"L-Louis, I-Im sorry."