;prodigalavery
The water slides down her face like the smooth stream of the river. Slow and comforting. All but negligent when compared to the loss of her child. There is no comforting, no going back. And she’s been so broken for the past couple of weeks, maybe a month. It’s irreversible, and she knows over coming such a thing would be turning herself inside and replacing what she made herself into... Into something she wasn’t It hurt her to think she’d lose herself in the process. That she’d lose him in the process and she couldn’t bear the thought.
So, she makes her way slowly back to their bed. Abandoning the idea of sleeping on the lonely couch again that night. April needed to feel him breathing against her. To feel like she wasn’t so alone for once in her life and Jackson-- She missed him and she missed the way they were before ........ Before her fantasy started to crumble around her. But, she whispers his name into the darkness, part of her hoping he doesn’t answer, but the strongest part begged him to wake up-- For her.
❝ ...Jackson? ❞