Ezra
I swallowed hard and left Allen's quarters, my chest feeling tight the whole way back to my room. Of course he's still angry at me. What was I thinking? I can't keep being obtuse and ignorant to what he's going through. Most of all, I need to quit trying to distract myself from feeling everything. Though I never imagined it was possible for me to be able to conceive, I somehow did.
Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance to see what he was going to look like in real life, feel him, or play with him. A part of me thinks he's still there, in my tummy, but I knew better than to hope. He's gone. My baby's gone. The emptiness in my heart was all the proof I needed to know that he was never coming back.
When I finally closed my door behind me, I leaned against it and let out a long breath.
"Enough is enough, Ezra," I said to myself. I took a deep breath and sat on the edge of the bed. Maybe it's time to truly work on myself.
