It's funny how your life is made up of little moments, that is all time is, a never ending series of moments. I feel each one as it drags past, one breath in, one breath out, one foot in front of the other, each one a concentrated effort to reach the next.
I once had a future life to dream about but that all shattered in a single moment. I just about exist, I am alive but I don't live. Any hope of that was smashed to pieces and then turned to dust the day I found my soulmate. My only crime was that I was not her, I would have done anything to make him happy but I could not do the one thing he wished.
For the girl who only ever wanted normal, I got the exception. My soul mate had already fallen in love with another and I was just a nuisance. My very existence was a problem for the person I was made for. All I asked from him was a moment of his time, a single chance to talk, but he kept his distance and she would not let him go. That one moment was to prove my undoing. I saw nothing besides her hand on him and then I stepped into the madness and put my hands on her.
Now I am to return home to my old life, my family, and to them. I'm not the girl I once was, which seems funny when they all appear to have stayed the same, he still loves her and I am still nothing.
At least I can be useful to others. I have value now that I am a qualified midwife. I may never bear life with my body but I can give it with my own hands. I have a purpose and the new doctor treats me as a such.
He sees my worth and unlike others gives me a chance.
Thank you @Chortle for the great summary.