You were sat at a bar, one especially gloomy evening. You were almost finished with your second glass of wine when a familiar voice spoke, his large hand gently gripped your shoulder.

“What are you doing, love?” He asked, a wary tone in his deep voice. It was Enzo, your lover. But, upon seeing him, your heart broke. He reminded you of the tiny life that was growing in your womb. Or… lack thereof.

“I lost it…” You choked out, your voice barely above a whisper, each word caught in your throat as tears of grief threatened to fall. Enzo’s face fell as your words clicked in his mind; You miscarried his child.