Black Roses, Red Blood

Six years ago, she walked away without a fight, without an explanation, only silence. In a single moment, she disappeared from the life we built together, leaving behind unanswered questions and a love that never had the chance to say goodbye. I was left to grieve alone, learning how to survive the emptiness she carved into my world.
But she didn't leave me with nothing. She left me with our daughter, our miracle, our constant reminder of what we once were. Every morning, I wake up to a small smile that feels hauntingly familiar, as if the woman I loved is still reaching for me through our child. In her laughter, in her eyes, I see echoes of a past I can't forget and a love that never truly left.
Yet some part of me missed them the day she left because she took my heart with her too, in a tiny human form: our daughter . Loving her from afar is its own quiet ache, a reminder that silence can steal more than words ever could.
This is a story about enduring love, quiet heartbreak, and the bonds that remain when everything else is lost, a sapphic romance shaped by absence, memory, motherhood, and the hope that some loves are too powerful to disappear forever.