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“It’s not your fault,” he repeated

A lone tear rolled down my cheek I wasn’t certain that I had any more of those left within me

He leaned in and kissed it away, then he rested his forehead against mine

“It’s not your fault,” he said once more

Four words

They were the only four words he spoke for the reht He repeated them as if he were a record that played on an eternal loop He played thele and my exhalations were packed with pain He played those four words as rew heavy He played those four words as sleep found me slowly, and his body intertwined with mine

He gave me those four words, and before darkness overtook ave him four words back They were quiet, and broken, and scarred, but they were all I had to offer him after he stayed so close for so many hours

With my eyes closed, I parted my lips and whispered, “I love you, too”

I’d been sitting in a pool of unease, unable to shake off the nerves of so There was a heaviness in my chest that made me so fearful of the future Mywith the baby I kneas I felt it deep in the pit ofI cared about most

I couldn’t be alone

I felt awful about that fact, but h when I was alone I worried about so there to helpa panic attack in thearound to calm my soul

My artas suffering due to my panic attacks I couldn’t create the way I was supposed to, which sent waves of guilt through h a loop ofbehind with h another level of panic attacks Wash, rinse, repeat

I feared being pregnant Honestly, I thought it would never happen for ain after the last time That hat the doctors toldI did could har

My being

My baby

I can’t do this I’h…

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