Hello lovely people, I'm starting the Poldark fanfiction era (of my newfound obsession) with a oneshot.

I will admit I haven't read the books in nearly 3 years.. and I have no memory of them nor do I have access to them currently so sorry but this is based entirely off the 2015 series. (Sorry)

I don't own any of Poldark whatsoever.

Ross handed Demelza the bracelet, Demelza looked at the bracelet, then at Ross. She burst into uncontrollable tears that broke Ross' heart.

You failed. You failed. You failed. The words seemed to repeat in his head. You tried but failed, if you can't even keep your daughter alive, shame Ross, shame.

Ross felt tears start to form, as they dripped down his face, the words repeated again and again.

You failed, you failed your daughter, you failed your wife, you are a failure, you should have died in the war, that would have at least spared Demelza the grief, putrid throat is a stupid excuse for your daughter's death, admit it, it was your failure as a father that killed her, and nearly killed your wife.

"But I was not with her." Demelza said between sobs. Ross looked at her.

"I was." He said, barely audible. Demelza shook as she stroked the bracelet.

"Could you tell she was leavin' us?" Demelza asked, then she asked the question that felt like it ripped his heart out. "Was she afraid?"

Failure.

Idiot.

Useless.

Unworthy.

Peace?

It was like a candle in a dark room a small sliver of peace.

He shook his hand it was almost like he was in a trance.

"She was peaceful." He said, visions of Julia's little face appeared in his mind. A thought then struck him.

"I held her in my arms." He added.

"Oh Ross!" Demelza threw herself into his arms, sobbing and shaking.

Reality struck him, Julia had died of putrid throat, nothing he could have stopped. But his precious Julia was gone, never to experience life to the fullest, never to see the sunshine again, never to see the ocean again, never to laugh again. Her precious laugh, to think that only hours before she died she was laughing with him while they played. It hurt, too badly.

But maybe hope could still be found, perhaps a new source of light would come, but for now, he would be glad in the fact she had died peacefully, not painful, but peacefully.

For now he would be peaceful in knowing that.

Throws random person a box of tissues.

Review please.