a man enters a room filled with shades of white but painful to feel. He walked towards the figure of a woman who was sitting in a wheelchair facing the window. His hands rested on his thighs with a stream of anesthetic injection.

Louvent approaches you. He crouched in front of you. His eyes looked at your eyes which just stared blankly at the dark night sky, only lit by the moon and its calming light. His hand rests on your hand, holding your hand very tightly, as if he doesn't want to let go. Like a chain.

"Sorry" he said once. Those words immediately made you turn towards him. Still with the same blank stare, you don't say anything.

"Sorry for choosing you over our baby." he apologized for the second time. Asking for forgiveness is as if you have committed a fatal sin. He knows that your disappointment in him is as deep as the ocean. It's hard to accept his apology. His mistake of choosing you over his baby was a mistake that made him confused. At that time, he didn't know who to choose. The moment when you lie between life and death after giving birth. He must choose which one of you he must save. In the end, with very heavy feelings he chose to keep you alive with the doctor. And let your child die.