As Esme smiled down at her newborn daughter, a dark shadow loomed behind her. It watched as the baby cooed at her mother, while the mother tiredly swept her hair back from her sweaty forehead. The shadowy figure looked on angrily. Glaring around the small hospital area, the figure stepped closer and into the light. The figure took his hand and rushed the mother, covering her mouth and a scream. He looked into her frightened eyes and spoke.
"Your baby died and you are devastated. You will not remember this interaction, only that your child is lost and you will never see her again." His voice was clear and cruel. As the mother's eyes glossed over, she slowly nodded. The man took his hand away, while prying the now sleeping child from her mother's arms.
As the man stepped away from the woman, she slowly looked around. As if a light switched on in her mind, she crumpled into heaving sobs. Her baby was dead. The love she had so readily given her 2-day old daughter… she hadn't even named her yet. The world held nothing for her anymore. Unable to cope, Esme ran from her home and attempted to take her life in the dark of the night's cover. As she lay dying, she could only hope she would see her child's face once more.
Of course... not all wishes are granted. At least... not in the way we hope.
