This is my second story. It's a very short one, but I guess after reading the whole thing you will realise why the the "writer" is at a loss for words. Reviews would be fantastic.. I know it's annoying but it's extremely helpful for me to know what you think about my writing. I originally wrote this for school and I thought it would be nice to know your opinion as well :)

I don't own Gilmore Girls of course. Only the idea for this is mine.


Dear diary,

Six months have passed since I've lost my faith in God and that everything would turn out right disregarding the world we live in. It was when I lost my baby girl, when something shattered deep inside my heart. We had had everything planned out, my husband and I: The baby's future room was freshly painted and it was pretty much stuffed with every toy one could possibly imagine.

Sure, if I'd lost the baby at an earlier point, I would have been devastated, too. But this is different, I was three weeks away from holding my kid in my arms.

Losing the baby has strained my relationship with Logan in a way I didn't think it was possible.

We avoid each other and I have the feeling he can't bear looking into my eyes.

I'm the one who's lost our girl, I can't blame him, I literally shoved him out of the door to make him go to a conference of his.

I just wished he would at least try and talk to me. Or if this is something he is not capable of doing, he should just give me the feeling that he is there for me, comforting me.

But I'm afraid we've already drifted apart: While I seek distraction at work he just moves around aimlessly in our house all day long.

So if this is the way he's dealing with terrible blows, I'm not sure if I even want to try again to start a family with him.


Please take a moment and tell me what you think. Thank you for reading!