A Lifetime With You by Athrhteera

Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Alena

An ending..

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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 were left with a still

closed at the words, feeling the

sorry. There is no

"Wh-what do you

"I'm really sorry

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like a death sentence.

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heavy bleeding, and I had told Matteo about it. We were probably scared if it was a

as fast as he could. All I could do was pray

assigned doctor was worried, she

had caused me to grip my husband's hand, afraid of it ever

good. She was going

a heartbeat.' It repeated in my head, again and

My

felt as if the room had gotten quiet. It took me a few seconds to process the information, but I knew I had hit

given time to process.

my eyes, and Matteo immediately pulled me in. He began to whisper sweet words into my ears as an attempt to calm me down, yet I was already drowning in my own thoughts, trying to ignore our current reality. How could I recover from

I looked up at my

had injured himself and the doctors said he couldn't run anymore, he never seemed as disappointed

"I

It's not your fault,"

"I killed him."

Alena, don't say that."

me down. His words were drowned away by my own thoughts, but I heard 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

still feel my baby. His heartbeat. 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

a few medical leaves because all I could do was lay in bed and

I

he was there with me to help. He never thought of me as a burden. Deep down, I was really grateful for my

Matteo had

loop of pain-I tried to focus on what the doctor was saying, she tried to calmly explain the next

muffled. I was still

I was in denial.

name, but I ignored

"Baby,

can

twenty-eight weeks pregnant. We would suggest to induce the delivery," she explained, in a calmly manner. The words she said afterwards were fading and

focusing into her eyes, trying to see any

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