life and death are illusions, and we are in a constant trace
i was sitting by the hospital window, looking out at all the mothers leaving with their child held close to them wrapped in pastel colors, beaming smiles were planted on there lips, they had a new joy in their life....a joy that was absent from mine. her small pink blanket was in my arms, i held it close to me, it was the only thing she was ever held in. it had kept her scent on it, reminding me of the brief moment i saw her, she was beautiful. my little Elizabeth Abigail dolan, was beautiful.
It's crazy how something so wonderful and pure can be ripped away from the world like it was never even there.
i hear the door open and close quietly
"shes gone...." i mumble, still looking out the window
I knew who was at the door. I told everyone to leave me alone, I couldn't handle anything at the moment, but, the one person who knows me best, and knows when I push people away, I'm really suffering for comforting
"i know" grayson mutters back quietly
"i never got to hold her" i whisper with tears slipping out of my eyes
"i know" grayson says, his voice breaks
i turn around to see him, his eyes are red like mine, he walked over to me and pulled me into a hug, he fully wrapped his arms around my waist with his head nuzzled into my hair, i could feel his chest rising and falling quickly indicating his was crying too
"i sorry" his voice weakly spoke "im sorry i couldn't save her" he cried holding me tighter
"no, no" i softly spoke and pulled away cupping his face "this is not your fault" i whisper, holding back my tears, he weakly smiles and kisses me
there is only one thing in my life that ive done right, and that was loving Grayson
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Dear Elizabeth Abigail Dolan, im sorry i never got to hold you, im sorry you never got to learn how to walk, im sorry you never got to learn how to ride a bike, im sorry you'll never have a first day of school, or a first love, im sorry i never got to tell you how proud i was at your graduation, im sorry you never made it to your wedding, im sorry you never go to hold your first child, im sorry you never grew old with your love, im sorry i never got yo watch you grow, im sorry you never met the two people who loved you before you even entered this world.
LOVE- Mom and Dad
A/n
sorry i made this so sad and short but, the is the beginning of the end (of this book)
