Author's Notes: A brief little angsty ficlet...as if I didn't have enough of angst today with "Lullaby"...replies are always adored and cherished.
Jenny
Gone:
It was his fault.
He had screwed up, he would be the first to admit it, and because of his decision, she was gone.
His insightful knowledge, however, only seemed to fuel the despair that he feared was permanently ingrained in his broken heart.
Greg knelt on the cold asphalt, gently placing a small Christmas wreath across the top of the plain white cross which marked the accident site. It had been one of her favorite decorations...a gift on their wedding day. His fingers traced the black, bold lettering which read "Sara Sidle. December 23rd."
Wiping away a tear, he whispered softly, "It wasn't the same without you...it seemed like we were just going through the motions...Mom and Dad didn't even make us sing those awful Christmas Carols this year... No one's heart was really in it...we didn't forget you though... I'll never forget you."
Tracing his finger along the outline of the cross, he murmured through his sobs, "Denise is doing well...they're probably going to release her from the hospital next week sometime. Don't worry, the accident didn't do any damage. She's doing very well, the pediatrician thinks she won't have any lasting damage from the premature delivery. You'd love her Sara..." He sobbed loudly, covering his face with his hands, "Oh Sara, she's beautiful. And strong. And so...perfect."
His head dropped as he was overcome with sobs, whispering hoarsely, "Oh Sara, if I had known...I wouldn't have done this to you. I'm so sorry, baby. If I could take it back, I would, believe me, I would. I'm so sorry. I never meant for this to happen, it was supposed to be a simple errand. I was so selfish..I'm so sorry."
"Sara, it's me...I need you to do me a favor. I'm stuck at a scene, could you possibly run down to the post office to mail Hayley's present? If we don't overnight it today, she won't get it for Christmas." Greg pleaded, "If I could, I'd do it, I know how tired you've been..."
"No, it's no problem." Sara replied, "She's your goddaughter, I understand. I'll run by there after my doctor's appointment."
Greg exhaled deeply, relief evident in his voice, "Thank you so much Sara, I'll make it up to you when I get home tonight."
He slammed his fist into the pavement with a strangled sob, his chest filled with uncontrollable rage. This wasn't supposed to happen to them. They were happy. They were expecting a child. They had their entire life ahead of them. And now she was gone.
The End.
