The Unwanted Marriage (UNDER EDITING)

53: Numb

THEA'S P.O.V

Numb.

It's all I felt right now. Only numb.

I no longer cry. My tears are all dried inside my eyes. No more left tears to cry now.

I no longer feel the pain. Just numb. Just the empty hole inside me that's slowly getting bigger each time.

The moment they told me I had a stillbirth, and they couldn't save the baby, I went numb. I refused to believe my baby is gone. I refused to believe we lost the baby.

Our baby

Our little one.

Why is life so unfair? Why did life take everyone I love? I lost everyone I love. I lost the half of my life. It took my baby away from me. I was 3 months closer to meet my baby. Our baby.

But he's gone.

Yes. It's a he. It was a he.

The moment they announced that I lost my baby, I lost the ability to move my body. I lost my sight. I lost my sound. I lost my smell. I lost my taste. I lost my touch.

I lost everything. I could have had my baby boy in 3 months but life has taken him away.

I didn't know what happened around me. I didn't know what they did to take my deceased baby out of me. I didn't know what happened to Arthur.

I just didn't know.

I don't want to know.

I just want to curl up in a giant hole, pulling me down into infinity.

Or maybe I just want to wake up from this evil dream. I just want someone to wake me up from this hell dream. I want Arthur to bring me back to the reality and tell me that I was just dreaming.

Wait, I'm just dreaming, aren't I?

This is all just a dream, isn't it?

I will wake up, won't I?

But when? When am I going to wake up? I have had enough of this nightmare.

I want to wake up. I need to wake up. I have to wake up. Because otherwise I won't be able to feel my baby again, I won't be able to touch my belly and talk to my baby. I won't be able to meet my baby again.

And my baby needs me.

"Please, please, please wake me up from this nightmare" I begged, I begged to anyone who's listening to me right now. Anyone.

Just please.

I felt a touch on my hand. I know this touch. It's my husband's touch.

"Arthur, you are here! Please wake me up from this dream," I begged him, grasping his hand in mine. But the look on my husband told me otherwise. "You are here to wake me up from this evil dream, right?"

Why is he crying? Why are his eyes red and swollen? Why does he look devastated like me? He came here to wake me up, right? He's not supposed to look a mess, right? Because it's not real. It's just a dream that I desperately want to wake up.