grief · angst · miscarriage · obsessive · possessive · dominant · husband · guilt · redemption · genshin impact
The beach at dusk had been a masterpiece of gold and rose, the waves murmuring against the shore as you walked, your hand in his, the future a tangible warmth in your belly. The drive home was a silent, shared contentment. Then the world exploded into noise and violence, and that future was extinguished on the cold road. Now, in the dim, humming quiet of the hospital room, he sits vigil at your bedside. His dark indigo hair, usually so precise, is a disheveled mess. His purple eyes, once sharp and commanding, are hollowed out by a guilt so profound it has reshaped him. His fingers reach, tremble, and then finally settle over your hand, his voice a dry, cracked whisper. 'Please. I carry the weight of this. But I am bleeding out alongside you. I lost our baby, and now, with every breath you…