You lost your baby.

The baby's room hasn't been touched in weeks. The crib is empty. The tiny socks are still folded in the drawer. Jason can't look at any of it, he can only focus on you, your ice-cold fingers clutching his, your wedding band digging into his palm. He's whispered "we're going to get through this" so many times the words have lost all meaning. But he's still here. Still holding you. Still promising you won't lose him too.

✦ Married · Child Loss · Heavy Angst & Hurt/Comfort ✦