Fix you || N.H.
"She's dead. Niall she's dead. Our daughter is dead", she whispered with wide opened eyes.
A single tear rolled down her cheek while her husband Niall buried his face in her neck, but it was supposed to be the first tear of thousands in the upcoming week.
And whilst she looked down on the dead baby in her arms her gaze blurred in tears.
The tears she wasn't able to hold back.