Because I don't have enough Sad s**t on here.
I only own the Frannie and David.
And they need some air time
seeing I never play as them, only bring them up.
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xoxoxShe just wouldn't listen to me. He knew she was stubborn from the day they met as children but this was just too much. She was only working herself up even more. Just because they were having some troubles with conceiving didn't mean something was wrong. After all he had been working a lot more recently and she's been stressing out over little things over the past two months. It could just be those two things put together. Then again she hasn't have her period in the past...Well, he couldn't remember mostly because she never marked it down on the calender like most women would. Maybe she was pregnant but had lost the baby and didn't tell him? It wouldn't be unlike her to try and hide things if she believed it was too hard to bare. Or if she busted another glass...Maybe they really couldn't-
xoxoxThe tall red haired man shook his head. No, nothing was wrong. Not with her or him. At least her. Sure some people would say things were wrong with her, mostly mentally, due to her looks. She had strange red eyes, her hair was cut short and was three different colors. Blue, red and purple. Her original was black but she had always hated the color and just dyed the living s**t out of it. He wore nice things while she preferred to make her clothes out of things no one wanted any more. Like the dress she had on looked like some old lady made quilts for her grand kids and Frannie kidnapped them and turned them into her dress. It wasn't bad looking, it was original he'd give her that, but it was nothing anyone would ever wear. Then there was the whole thing that they are too different because he came from a rich family and her's was ,compared to his, poor. It had always pissed him off that people believed he was too good for her when clearly it was the other way around. He always wanted to freeze those who thought differently and smash them into thousands of pieces. But god, when she smiled he seemed to forget where he was or what was going on. Too bad she wasn't smiling right now.
xoxoxHer hands where in her lap and her eyes looking at the ground. Normally when people stared, like they are now, she'd laugh, smile, and then look right up at him, tell him she loved him then proceed to make faces at them. Not this time. He'd wish she'd stop thinking like that, she was only hurting herself. Of course they could have children. It was a normal thing and yet she wanted him to take her to get checked out. Just because she was really sick as a child didn't mean it would had a long term effect on her body. David put his hand on top of her's and gave it a squeeze. She looked up at him for a moment. God, she looked worse then when they first came here. Her face was filled with worry, her eyes filled with sadness, and oddly her skin was pale. He mumbled to her asking her if she was fine. She opened her mouth to respond but she only put a death grip on his hand when they were called out by a nurse.
xoxoxGod, they never we so afraid to hear some one say "Luzio" before. He patted her hand "It'll be okay." She only nodded as he helped her up. He wanted this nonsense done and over with.
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xoxox "...I'm Sorry."
No. They didn't. It couldn't be. It was just a nightmare. He was still in bed sleeping with his wife next to him. He only broke free from that when he heard her wail. It didn't seem to process with him. It was all simple at first. The What's wrong, Lets run some tests, It could possibly be a pregnancy and the sickly sweet smiles the doctors gave then came the How long has your cycle been off like this?, then came that horrible word. He never wanted to hear that word. Not from her, not from them, not from anybody. But yet, when the doctor opened his mouth it came out so quickly and filled with so much pain...
xoxox Infertile.
xoxox Worst part was it was on her behalf. Not his.
 kitten elric · Wed Feb 15, 2012 @ 03:57am · 0 Comments |
