A fleeting memory.
''YOU can't have children. We tried everything. You're just broken! But I still love you, so why are you doing this? Why do you care so much about having children? What can they give you what I can't?''
I can't remember anything else after that, just feeling dizzy, the doctors calling and telling me I'm unwell. More medicine, vague memories that I desperately tried to hang on to.
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"I love you." Three words, one journey of a lifetime. 5 a.m. Coughing up blood. Hospital room. "We can survive this!" And then everything, somehow, manages to 🆂 🅷 🅰 🆃 🆃 🅴 🆁.
Remind me not to fall in love again.
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~short story~