The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt #: 1
Pen name: Alby Mangroves
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A/N: Grateful thanks to ms-ambrosia and lightstardusting for pre-reading this, and always making my work better x
Gritty, tired eyes, unfocused and staring into the void. The tears have long gone. There is nothing left.
With empty womb and heavy arms, Esme holds his tiny, cooling body to her own.
If only she could have kept him inside, warm and safe from harm... no God would do this, surely.
His face is perfect, beautiful and still, no longer in pain. This couldn't really be his destiny, could it? These few, short days?
She gathers her resolve and rises, body aching. Wherever he is, she wants to be there too.
Time will stand still for her, soon enough.