To my most beautiful piece of life,
It is still undecided what my future will be. Too many thoughts swirl within me, and at times, I feel as though I might drown in them. When I spoke to him about it, he told me that I should try writing to you. Writing a letter... to someone who might not even remain in this world, it's quite ironic, but I thought that giving it a try wouldn't hurt.
Yesterday, they told me that it would be impossible to have you. And when the blood began to fall from my body, I felt fear for the very first time.
Funny, isn't it? To be frightened of losing something I never truly had.
And yet, when I feel the faint weight of life within me, resting quietly in this body, I find that I cannot bear the thought of losing it.
A family... is a strange thing, isn't it?
"This is..." Evangeline read the sentence again, frowning. "Is she talking about pregnancy?"
