The flames of the now ashened picture die out in the reflection of my mirror. A sense of cold numbness settles over my body as I lean against the windowsill. Carefully dragging my finger down the pane of the glass, I draw pictures in the condensation, waiting for the dreaded cry. Almost as if on cue, I hear the rattling noise down the hall and sigh. Within the minute, I stand up and walk to the pale blue door at the end of the picture walled hall. Opening the door, I observe the wailing bundle in distress resting inside a porcelain white crib.
"Hush, there little buddy. I'm here," I coo as I rest the newborn against my chest.
Moving over to the rocking chair, I lean against the wall and stare out the bae window beside it. Patting the baby's back, I whisper as his cries die down.
"I'm so sorry I brought you into this forsaken, unforgiving world, my sweet Chester."
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Fiksi PenggemarWhen I first joined Wattpad all the back in my freshman year of highschool, I originally started off with one story that was a Carl Grimes fan fiction. Fast forward years to graduating high school and starting college, I have over thirty uncompleted...
