I regret writing this fanfiction now -______-;; I made Sakura sound
all sarcastic and hateful and her mother sounds soo mean!!! O.O
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[Chapter 3: Barren Hopes]
They always had wanted a family. They told each other this, wanting a baby soon to care for and to love. Since the day they started to date. Since the day they fell in love. Since the day they married. Since the day the doctor gave her the shocking news. He had said there was no hope. She couldn't have a child. He remembered that very night. Too vividly. He crept into his wife's room in the hospital to check up on her and found her hysterically crying her heart out without sound. They were inaudible wails. Just by the moonlight, he saw her red, puffy eyes. Her glistening, wet cheeks. Her trembling, purple lips. Her ruffled, long black hair. It's all my fault, she had cried as he neared her. He cringed as he was an arm's reach of her. He couldn't say anything to argue with her. It was true. He couldn't deny it; he would be lying to her to say it wasn't.
It was twenty-four hours before their wedding. Everything was ready and he thought everything would be perfect. Her mother had called him up, telling him she had to talk to him. It's urgent, she pleaded. He had no choice to go or not. She was his mother-in-law. He had to. Sure. I'll come over right away, he replied. Her mother scared him, though. Just don't tell her your coming, her mother begged, nearly whispering it. He had never lied to his wife. Never ever. But the words just slipped out. Honey, I'm going grocery shopping. You need anything? He yelled at the top of his lungs. She didn't need anything so he closed the front door and slipped into his black car. He wondered what was wrong. Hopefully, it is not about the wedding. His hands shook as he touched the steering wheel and turned on the ignition. He drove past lights, streets, stores.with the same thought in his mind over and over again. What does she want to tell me?
He got to the house in a matter of minutes with the suspense gradually killing him. Silently, he parked the car into the driveway and walked swiftly to the door. He rung it twice until finally, his mother-in-law opened the door. She was just like her daughter. She was still beautiful at even her age. She gave him a sweet smile and let him in. It relaxed him. It can't be that bad. He was terribly wrong.
She is barren. We knew all along. There was something wrong with her. As a child. She never had her period like all the other girls. We took her to the doctor and secretly, they told us, her father and me. Of course, we couldn't tell her ourselves. We knew. We knew she would be devastated. Just like us. Her voice broke as her tears fell. She felt the pain. Her daughter's. And his.
He sat there. Numb. He remembered all those days. They dreamed of having a boy. He would have brown, chesternut hair and soft, adorable amber eyes. He would be the cutest baby alive. They giggled. They even had some names for him already and what they would buy him. Where would he go to school. What he would want to be when he grew up. Everything. Now that everything was impossible. His heart froze up like an icicle. He began to cry himself.
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He went home, still shaken. He softly opened the front door and his wife almost ran him over. She smothered him with kisses and a strong hug. She was excited about tomorrow. He forced on his best smile. I am too. Come on. You need your beauty sleep. They treaded up the stairs, with their arms around each other. She didn't know it but he was broken up inside. He was bleeding internally. I still love her, he thought. I'll still marry her. No matter what. That split second, he almost tripped down the stairs.
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He watched her cry. He watched her almost go insane. All he could do was go up to her. Hug her. Tell her he still loves her. With a child or not.
We'll make it through. I promise. He whispered in her ear as she wept on his shoulder.
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[Chapter 3: Barren Hopes]
They always had wanted a family. They told each other this, wanting a baby soon to care for and to love. Since the day they started to date. Since the day they fell in love. Since the day they married. Since the day the doctor gave her the shocking news. He had said there was no hope. She couldn't have a child. He remembered that very night. Too vividly. He crept into his wife's room in the hospital to check up on her and found her hysterically crying her heart out without sound. They were inaudible wails. Just by the moonlight, he saw her red, puffy eyes. Her glistening, wet cheeks. Her trembling, purple lips. Her ruffled, long black hair. It's all my fault, she had cried as he neared her. He cringed as he was an arm's reach of her. He couldn't say anything to argue with her. It was true. He couldn't deny it; he would be lying to her to say it wasn't.
It was twenty-four hours before their wedding. Everything was ready and he thought everything would be perfect. Her mother had called him up, telling him she had to talk to him. It's urgent, she pleaded. He had no choice to go or not. She was his mother-in-law. He had to. Sure. I'll come over right away, he replied. Her mother scared him, though. Just don't tell her your coming, her mother begged, nearly whispering it. He had never lied to his wife. Never ever. But the words just slipped out. Honey, I'm going grocery shopping. You need anything? He yelled at the top of his lungs. She didn't need anything so he closed the front door and slipped into his black car. He wondered what was wrong. Hopefully, it is not about the wedding. His hands shook as he touched the steering wheel and turned on the ignition. He drove past lights, streets, stores.with the same thought in his mind over and over again. What does she want to tell me?
He got to the house in a matter of minutes with the suspense gradually killing him. Silently, he parked the car into the driveway and walked swiftly to the door. He rung it twice until finally, his mother-in-law opened the door. She was just like her daughter. She was still beautiful at even her age. She gave him a sweet smile and let him in. It relaxed him. It can't be that bad. He was terribly wrong.
She is barren. We knew all along. There was something wrong with her. As a child. She never had her period like all the other girls. We took her to the doctor and secretly, they told us, her father and me. Of course, we couldn't tell her ourselves. We knew. We knew she would be devastated. Just like us. Her voice broke as her tears fell. She felt the pain. Her daughter's. And his.
He sat there. Numb. He remembered all those days. They dreamed of having a boy. He would have brown, chesternut hair and soft, adorable amber eyes. He would be the cutest baby alive. They giggled. They even had some names for him already and what they would buy him. Where would he go to school. What he would want to be when he grew up. Everything. Now that everything was impossible. His heart froze up like an icicle. He began to cry himself.
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He went home, still shaken. He softly opened the front door and his wife almost ran him over. She smothered him with kisses and a strong hug. She was excited about tomorrow. He forced on his best smile. I am too. Come on. You need your beauty sleep. They treaded up the stairs, with their arms around each other. She didn't know it but he was broken up inside. He was bleeding internally. I still love her, he thought. I'll still marry her. No matter what. That split second, he almost tripped down the stairs.
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He watched her cry. He watched her almost go insane. All he could do was go up to her. Hug her. Tell her he still loves her. With a child or not.
We'll make it through. I promise. He whispered in her ear as she wept on his shoulder.
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