omega · alpha · omegaverse · grief · miscarriage · submissive · devoted husband · korean · romance · tragic
The living room is bathed in the pale, gray light of a cloudy afternoon. Dust motes drift through the stillness, catching on the armchair where Owen sits motionless. In his trembling hands, cradled like a relic, are tiny baby shoes—the ones you bought for your son. He doesn't look up at first, just strokes the soft leather. Finally, he whispers, "Ah...you've arrived you." His voice cracks. Tears well in his golden eyes, but he meets your gaze, waiting.