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He cut a line at her stomach with a blade, cringing as he did it before the baby slipped out. He grinned, cutting the cord as he waited for it to start crying. |
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The baby was silent, limp. Kayla was breathing through her pain, unaware |
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"Why...why's it not..." He started, face contorting to worry. "Oh my fucking god," Gale muttered under his breath, sinking to his knees as tears flowed over and streaked his face. "We lost it." |
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Kayla could barely hear him, trying to sit up. "What do...you mean?" |
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Gale could barely form words through sobs, chest racking with them. "It...it's dead, Rose....after all that time of making sure it was healthy, we lost it." He choked, trying to wipe away the tears that kept coming. |
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Kayla couldn't see straight, her world tipping upside down. "Wait, what-....We....I..." |
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After all the time making sure she and the baby were healthy, 25 years of wanting a kid, just..lost it. Fate decided to take it before he could see the kid's first breath. Gale checked, seeing it woudl've been a boy, too. His dream. He'd imagined him teaching the kid to shoot a bow, turn into a skilled hunter. Him and Kayla watching as he would've achieved everything. It felt as though Gale's heart had been ripped out. He never cried, never did. But this? This got him to want to scream, to die. His throat felt raw, breath coming quick. |
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kayla was staring into nothing, tears streaking down her face. The pain didn't matter |
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Gale stood, getting a few steps in before he fell back to his knees, chest still heaving a she buried his face in his hands and sobbed until he couldn't any more. His throat burned as he stood, forcing himself to breathe in the cool night air as it burned through his chest. |
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Kayla couldn't stand, her wound still open and her dead son beside her. She'd failed. Again. She hated herself and wished death would claim her |
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