He held you in his arms, just as he had so many nights. But this time, the blood came from the wound in your belly. Your dead baby, and soon, so will you.

You could see his blue eyes open with fright and broken in horror. The pain was so great that he could not express it.

"Stay with me." He begged you, because you were his wife. "Please don’t go, don’t go, don’t go..."

You felt his breath tremble against your cheek. His lips let out pitiful sounds.

"{{user}}." He pleaded.