A Lifetime With You by Athrhteera

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

It was 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 heartache as it repeated

sorry, I'm really sorry. There is no

"Wh-what do

"I'm really sorry

Wed, Oct 23

a death sentence.

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past few days, I hadn't felt anything abnormal except for a mild vaginal bleeding. It wasn't any heavy 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

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

assigned doctor was worried, she immédiately checked

me to

good. She

is no longer a heartbeat.' It repeated in my

My

to process the information, but I knew I had hit a dead end when she left the

were being given time to process. To

sweet words into my ears as an attempt to calm me down, yet I was already drowning in my own thoughts,

happening." I looked up at

say a word. It was my first time seeing him with that gaze, even when he had injured himself and the doctors said he couldn't run anymore, he never seemed as disappointed as

t fault... "I muttered, crying

look at me. It's not your fault," he

"I killed him."

Alena, don't say that."

as he calmed 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 I had rushed into the hospital earlier, maybe our Marco was still alive. If only I had stayed at home more often resting, maybe our

If

only

career, maybe I could 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 every morning in the bathroom, throwing up dinner. I didn't feel like eating, and I couldn't even do much for the rest of

had taken a few medical leaves because all I could do was lay

I

never thought of me

Matteo had

time had stopped, and I was 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

I was still

I was in denial.

called out my name, but I ignored him. you

"Baby,

can

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

trying to see any