How many lifetimes has it been?
Desmond blankly stared above the tree lines. The sight of the starless, empty void greeted him back. He lost another one... Like he did many times before.
His dull eyes landed upon the carved headstone of another one of his beloved children. Grace, a bright and lovely girl that became his reason to live. She was only five... He failed to keep another one of his babies safe.
Again.
He lets out a hollow chuckle. All those lifetimes, and he still couldn't get used to the pain of losing his beloved children. He clutched his chest—wanting to rip his heart out, his other hand gripped his hair in grief and the hatred for himself.
"How many more am I going to lose?" He cried out. He wants his babies, he wants to hug them, kiss them, to keep them by his side forever. He wants to destroy something, anything to keep his grief in check. It hurts— it hurts so much.
Desmond pulled out the knife from its sheath, then froze. He doesn't—he couldn't dare to sully his baby's resting place with his bleeding corpse. He stood up and looked at the gravestone one last time.
"I'm sorry Gracie, I love you." Desmond whispered softly and walked away. He ended his life far away where his baby can't see him in such state.
He wants his baby with him, it doesn't matter who from his every lifetimes. He wished he could spend more time with them...
One last time.
He opened his eyes and found himself inside a grand and opulent room. In a daze, he barely registered the midwife placing a small newborn babe in his arms.
As he finally snapped out of his trance, he looked at the infant and his breath hitched— it's his baby.
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He's back... Desmond was given the chance to be with his daughter again. And this time, he'll take good care of her.
Few weeks later...