-Miscarriage-

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It's been just over five months since you found out you were pregnant with Pierrot's baby. Everything had been going well, you were happy, and so was Pierrot. He never seemed to leave your side. He helped with everything, even the smallest tasks. Getting a glass of water, carrying blankets, helping you stand up after sitting for too long, he always did it first, almost as if he feared that the slightest inconvenience could somehow hurt you or the baby. At first you found it excessive, but eventually it became normal. The kind of gestures that always brought a smile to your face.

You had been living at the circus for several months now. It had become your home. Everyone had adjusted to the idea of a baby joining their strange little family, even if some were less enthusiastic than others.

Doctor checked on you constantly, despite having to teach himself everything he needed to know about pregnancy. Ticket Taker had already begun preparing a special area for the baby. Jester secretly enjoyed helping you search for baby clothes, though he denied it whenever anyone pointed it out. Even Harlequin, despite his endless teasing, seemed curious about the child growing inside you.

But just when everything seemed so perfect, a sharp pain struck your stomach. Something was wrong.

At first you tried to ignore it, you thought it was something you had eaten that was making you sick, but the cramps got worse, followed by dizziness, and the growing sense of dread twisting in your stomach.

Then came the blood.

Pierrot immediattly called Doctor. He took one look at you before immediately ordering everyone else out of the room.

Hours later, the atmosphere throughout the circus had become unbearably tense. Nobody laughed. Nobody argued.

The silence was suffocating.

You were resting in one of the circus tents, exhausted and trembling beneath a couple of blankets. Doctor sat nearby with several books scattered around him, his expression unusually grim. Ticket Taker stood silently near the door while Jester paced back and forth, unable to keep still.

Even Harlequin had stopped making jokes entirely.

And Pierrot... Pierrot sat beside you, one hand wrapped tightly around yours.

He hadn't left your side once, and he hadn't spoken much either.

Every so often his grip would tighten slightly, as if he were reassuring himself that you were still there.

Nobody wanted to talk and acknowledge what Doctor had already begun to suspect.

The baby was gone.

The room remained silent until Jester finally stopped pacing.

"...There has to be something we can do."

His voice was quieter than usual.

Doctor lowered his gaze, slowly shaking his head.

"I don't think there is."

The silence that followed felt heavier as Pierrot's hand tightened around yours again. Slowly he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours.

"...I'm sorry."

He murmured and tears started to run down his cheeks.

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