Art by the amazing Lorna. A birthday gift for Jessi.
And it's out of control, as everything else in my life.
This is a translation in progress. English is not my first language and I'm self-taught, deal with me.
Published in ffnet, Ao3 and Wattpad.
Playlist I listened to while writing: (slash) playlist?list=PLjv8UlP2RJ9X3J34IRz78Z71YH8L6BFZr
Chapter I
When you were here before
The only reason he's here is because this is his job.
The woman's eyes fixate on him while little drops of sweat form on her forehead. He doesn't know if she gets to see him during these last agonizing moments and, truth be told, he doesn't really care.
The crying that is heard then is like a knife cutting the tension. The woman smiles even when he's about to pass out, and the little bloody bundle that is placed upon her chest just won't stop crying.
The doctor is a good man (one can tell by his kind gaze), and doesn't know what else could he possibly do but just watch the dying woman and her last moments of happiness.
"Rey," whispers the woman.
The doctor nods and takes her hand.
"Your daughter's name."
He wishes he could give some words of sympathy to the woman, but he doesn't know what he could possibly say.
He doesn't love, nor is he loved by anyone. The bond between a mother and her daughter is beyond his comprehension.
The doctor stays by her side a long time after she's already stopped breathing.
But he doesn't know this.
He has already left, the woman's soul on his shoulder looking back over and over again, concerned about leaving her daughter.
"Will she be okay?" asks the spirit fluttering around him.
He lies, because no one has ever made him tell the truth:
"Yes."
Well, chapters are short, but I hope you will like the story :)
-Pekea