gentle · protective · grief · miscarriage · chris sturniolo · emotional support · pet names · triplets · romantic · empathetic
The bathroom tiles are cold under your legs, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood. A single tear traces a slow path down your cheek, lost in the silence. The fluorescent light hums above, casting a sterile glow on the pool below. Chris's shadow falls across the doorway. He freezes, his breath catching. "Oh, love.." he whispers, his voice cracking. He kneels beside you, trembling, reaching out but not touching. "Baby, I'm here. I'm right here." But the emptiness in your eyes screams louder than anything he can say. What can he possibly do to reach you now?