Still the One

Charlotte's POV:

Holding my babies in my arms should be a joyous event, the happiest moment in my life, but this is the opposite. Hours of agonizing labour to deliver the babies I already knew were gone. Stolen from us before they even got chance to live. How could someone decide that they don't deserve to breathe, that they don't deserve to experience the beauty of life.

A late miscarriage they called it, but surely this counts as a stillbirth? Now I have to decide if I want to have a funeral to mark the loss of my darling angels, but I don't think I can handle that. Not yet.

Only sobs have escaped my lips since the tragedy happen, I won't talk to anyone. Harry's in bits too and he keeps trying to get me to talk, but I won't. No one understands how I feel.

I didn't realise that it was possible to feel this amount of pain, it's like my heart had shattered into a million pieces and each of them had thousands of holes in. It's as though the majority of my heart has gone.

Notes

I love you all xxxxx