Abram~

She has slipped into complete darkness. It is worse than the first time. Worse than the death of Ian. Of course she has lost the part of herself which was growing inside her.

And I don't know what to do? How to pull her out of this, when I am slipping in too. Drowning. And there is no one to pull me up.

Everyday, every night...I think about my little girl. I wonder if her eyes would have been fiery ambers like her mama or blues like me. But I am that unlucky bastard who is so unfortunate that he didn't even get to see his stillborn kid once....