There's supposed to be a sound, right? That gentle sound, the one that gives mother's comfort... but there was no sound...

                         No cry.

                          I felt my heart drop in my stomach, and felt myself pass out from the amount of blood loss. Maybe this was a dream. I'll wake up. Victor holding me, gently rubbing my swollen stomach in his sleep.

                        . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

                         "(Y/n)? (Y/n)..." I felt a hand grasp mine. The person's voice was none other's than Victor's, but his voice was raw.

                         "Hm?" I opened my eyes drowsily to look at him. 

                          "Do you remember," his eyes were dull, staring at our hands. "No," I felt tired... very tired. 

                      "She's dead," he whispered.

                        "What?" I felt myself get more confused, wakening some more. 

                        "(G/n) is dead," he looked like he was just stabbed.

                        My heart stopped. No way... our daughter.... why?! First, my dad. Next, my mom.... now... my daughter... the highlight that I was excited for. 

                         "The doctor's said she died a few moments after your water broke," he hung his head, like he was ashamed of himself, like it was his fault. 

                         "This isn't fair," I sobbed. He tried to calm me down, but I wanted to leave. I didn't want to be stuck in this dumb hospital where my very first and only child died. 

                         "I want to leave!" I cried, letting myself fall in his arms. 

                      You have to calm down, I told myself, knowing that I didn't want to hurt either of us. Calming my breathing, I felt my heart slow down back to its normal pace. 

                         "We can always try again," he gave me  a weak smile, and a dorky wink, making me slightly giggle, but my chest still felt heavy, and the giggle was half-hearted. 

                      "This won't be an end," he said gently, giving me kisses all over, not caring about my tear stains. 

                    "It's only a beginning," I finished quietly. He happily nodded, and brushed my bangs away from my face, gazing lovingly at me. 

Sorry for the short chapter! Truly am! Buuuuut... this idea I think would give the book a twist, even making it longer. I didn't want it to:

1. Make it end like Rhyme Queen

2. End it this short, since this is like... only the 11th chapter. 

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~ Sly Fox