Author's Note: I warned you. It's SUPER sad.

Day One-Hundred Nineteen: Saturday Smile by Gin Wigmore

She cried into his shoulder. This was the worst thing that had ever happened to her.

He tried to stay strong for her, but there were tears in his eyes, too. No amount of wishing and willing could keep the pain away. This was like nothing they'd ever experienced, alone or together.

She wondered if she would ever stop crying. Every time she thought she had no more tears left, it was like a monsoon overcame her and she was sobbing herself to sleep. Aside from cry, all she did was sleep. Toby seemed to be handling things better, but…not much. He at least spoke to other people, whereas her friends and family hadn't heard from her ever since it happened.

She did not know what she would've done had it not been for his love. And not just his love, but her family's and her friends' support and sympathy and love. Maybe love was what allowed her to survive and not die of a broken heart.

She wondered what her little baby was thinking of when she died. She liked to believe their daughter was thinking about her mother and father and family when she died. She liked to believe their daughter didn't even feel it. She liked to believe that she secretly never left. She was just in that odd space where she was not physically there, but she was there in spirit. She wanted to believe that photos and thoughts and memories of her would never fade, but knew that—like all things—they would, in time.

Sometimes, to make herself feel better, she'd remind herself that wherever her daughter was, people never lied and people were kind. There was someone there taking care of her daughter…maybe even her grandmother. She never shared that with Toby, but it was her secret hope.

Toby began to stir, but Spencer pulled him closer. "No, please don't leave me. Just stay?" she asked weakly. She couldn't yet deal with the real world. She just watched as time passed her by. She didn't know if she could ever recover from this.

She didn't know why, but she began to think of the last time she saw their daughter. She was smiling so happily. It felt like nothing could go wrong, but, well…everyone knows how that turned out.

"I feel like someone took our sunshine away."

She wanted to find her again. She wanted to find that happy feeling she always had whenever she held her. She wanted Toby to find that again, too. He was never happier than when he was holding his daughter.

She wished it could be the last time she ever felt this heartbroken and this hollow. But something at the bottom of her stomach thought it would happen again. Surely, she would die of a broken heart when that happened.

For the moment, she was just thinking of her daughter and her cute smile. She prayed for it to linger and stay near for the rest of her life, until the day she died.

And of course, there were some moments where she just wanted to die. But she was scared to, which is why she knew she was holding onto life. Firstly, she couldn't leave Toby with the pain of having lost a daughter—his flesh, his blood, and his heart—and the love of his life. Secondly, she didn't want to meet her maker. She didn't want to meet the cold, hard truth. She was scared of what she would find. What if Fate was a cruel mistress and decided to take away her baby, her angel again?

He kissed her all over her body to try and make her feel something. On the surface, she felt nothing. But after a few kisses, she felt something stirring inside of her. A warm, comforting feeling. Love.

Love did heal some wounds. She knew that the void left by her infant daughter would never be fully healed, but they could try their best to fix and heal each other.

And Spencer realized she would never forget that smile; her daughter shared the same smile with Toby.

AL created the monster that is this one-shot. JK, she created the monster that is under my bed. Not really. Audrey just gave me the idea for the part about their sunshine and having it taken away.

Sarah:I think everything is awful. It's quite awful, actually.

MilaMizz:Oh, I guess it's kind of like when I say I know some sign language (ASL) and I literally just say "Hi, my name is [censored]." Not that impressive, and a person who actually spoke ASL would probably be like, "Well, what else?" And I'd say, "Well, I know the Pledge of Allegiance." I don't think they'd be impressed. Well, this was subjectively sadder. To me, it was sadder, simply because it was a baby that died. ALRIGHT, STOP. You practically have to expect people to look at your boobs if you're a C and you're only a size 4, I'm sorry. And OF COURSE guys are going to look at your body. I'm sorry, that is the society we live in, but you have that "ideal" look, whether you believe it or not. Most models are like size 00, 0, 2, and 4, and duh, a lot of guys like boobs. THAT IS AMERICA FOR YOU. And most models are actually pretty flat-chested (not counting the ones for Victoria's Secret or whatever). The high-fashion models typically are. If she wants to be a model and she knows her angles and all that, she'd probably make a good model (from the way you're describing her). Designers always want this very sleek, tall, long look. Yup, my music is the best. I'm sorry. My "cousin" was talking to me the other day about music, and she likes Nicki Minaj and Azealia Banks (no) and a lot of rap or whatever. It's not really my kind of music, but whatever. That's what she likes. I personally think Nicki Minaj is kind of...idk, I just can't figure out if she's trying to be a singer or a rapper or both or neither and it confuses me. I just don't like listening to her because her voice is not pleasing to my ear. But then, she had THE NERVE to call Marina BASIC? Like WTAF (what's the actual forecast)?! And she said she doesn't like Lana Del Rey. I just can't.

AL3110:These songs make me a sad, sad girl. See what I did there? What? I don't know what you're trying to say. Sand things? You realize that's like the vaguest description ever, right?

You should all watch Jenna Marbles' video about a 4th of July barbeque with Iggy Azalea. It's SO FUNNY. I loved it. And vegemite. I've never tasted it. It sounds horrid. (Sorry if I offended you, Alyssa.)

The next one-shot is Vertigo by Rachael Sage. There are a few songs by her on this...thing. I think I've used one other song by her thus far, which was #89, Frost, which was ALSO not originally on the lineup, but I didn't like the song that was slated for #89 (and now #120), so I changed it. I can do that.

Another fun fact? Another one of her songs on her most recent album, Haunted by You, will be the very last one-shot in this entire collection. If you guess it right...I will love you forever and ever and ever and maybe even make a character after you in one of these one-shots. I DON'T KNOW! Let's see! -Kayson

P.S: If anyone actually decides to do this, I'll give you a hint: It was a song featured on Dance Moms, Season 4.