A Lifetime With You by Athrhteera

Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Alena

An ending..

000:73%

+5

A happy ending.

Everyone wanted their happy ending. If I were to ask a random stranger down the street, he was going to admit it, we were

if they wanted to. all waiting for our ending-a happy and satisfying one. Nobody could tell me otherwise eve

However, was it really easy to achieve the happy ending? The grand finale?

I

didn't think it was possible for everybody.

f only my epilogue was the reality.

In fact, it was not. It was my dream, my beautiful ending, and it was out of my grasps. The sad truth I needed to live with for the rest of my life, maybe an eternity if I was immortal. How could someone as hopeful as me ended up being crushed and disappointed? I really wante wanted an answer My heart ached. Felt as i I was stabbed.

Marco was a hope. My hope, until I lost him forever, and he left me with nothing to be hopeful for-it was as if everything in me was gone, the spirit, the joy, and even the ambition. I had wished for it to come true. Why did it have to go?

I recalled back the night at the emergency room, where I had cried my heart out.

hands were shaking,

My han

and

I my eyes were swollen from crying while Matteo held me close. He never left my side throughout everything because he wanted to show me how much he cared, how much he loved, how much he prioritised. Yet, I had pushed him away. I knew better than to lean onto myself. I was selfish. "I'm here, baby." Matteo whispered, repeatedly as he soothingly rubbed my back.

I couldn't utter a single word as I sobbed, trying to stop the tears from falling down my cheeks and wet my shirt, but it was impossible. The devastating news had caused me to stumble backwards.

"He's gone... I can't feel him," I whimpered, touching my stomach.

Matteo kept quiet as he continued to pull me close.

I could feel his arms around me. I could feel his touch soothing me

It was my

his loss too, it wasn't just my baby. It was our baby; we were hopeful for our Marco, for our first born. Yet, we

words, feeling the heartache as

sorry. There is no longer a heartbeat," she

do

"I'm really sorry

23 GY.

felt like a death sentence. For

+5

bleeding, and I had told Matteo about it. We were probably scared if it was a sign of something bad, but as soon as I began to feel my abdominal cramping, and it had gotten painful,

and I didn't bother to say a word as he drove as fast as he could. All I could do was pray in

was worried, she immédiately checked up on

caused me to grip my husband's hand,

knew it was nothing good. She

heartbeat.' It repeated in my head, again

My

quiet. It took me a few seconds to process the information, but I knew I had hit a dead end when she left

time

began to whisper sweet words into my ears as an attempt

happening." I looked up at my

that gaze, even when he had injured himself

t fault... "I muttered, crying my

at me. It's not your fault,"

"I killed him."

Alena, don't say that."

a few things in between 'it's never your fault, baby' and 'we have to be strong. However, I had managed to push those words away. If only I had rushed into the hospital earlier, maybe our Marco

If

only

His kicking. The early trimester of the pregnancy was not easy. The mornings were the worst; I had spent a couple of hours, multiple times every morning in the bathroom, throwing up dinner. I didn't feel like eating, and I couldn't even do much for

few medical leaves because all I could do was lay in

I

thought of me as a burden. Deep down, I

Matteo had

in an endless loop of pain-I tried to focus on what the doctor was saying, she tried to calmly explain the next procedure, but I couldn't hear a

muffled. I was

I was in denial.

but I ignored him. you

"Baby,

can

suggest to induce the delivery," she explained, in a calmly manner. The words she said afterwards were fading and I couldn't hear them

remained focusing into her eyes, trying to see any kind of

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255