AN: Chapter by MinaBR.
A drifting wail of despair penetrates the fog of self loathing clouding my brain. The cries that follow tug at my unfeeling heart, for they remind me of times past when the capacity for emotions still hadn't eluded me. The soothing voice of her concerned lover tries to convey hope for a happy ending. The empty promises for an unlikely outcome are met with disbelief and a fresh bout of tears.
A teenager on the brink of parenthood is bound to be scared of the responsibility of raising a child. However, I'm out of charity with the unknown girl, for there is no greater gift than holding a child conceived in love. I can barely refrain from marching down to their booth and telling them not to waste their good fortune...the good fortune that she denied me... the good fortune that my hasty actions made impossible.
The grief for the daughter who was never conceived is as real to me as the loss of her prospective mother. They belong to another reality, where laughter and love fill my days. There I am a complete man, instead of the vacant shell that strives to forget the faces of the family he never had.