Fifty-One: Grief.

KAYLA.

ONE WEEK LATER.

My heart has never known this kind of pain—the kind of heartbreak that tears you down and renders time meaningless. You feel numb, even after days watching everything pass while you’re barely holding on. The kind of heartbreak that aches your soul and fills you with a million unanswered questions and it’s all you ever think about.

The what ifs, and the what could have been.

The kind of heartbreak that stems from your worst fear and leaves you uncertain whether or not you want to carry on. I would never wish that kind of pain on my own enemy—the pain I was going through right now.

The pain of losing an unborn child.

As I sat across my bed with my arms folded, it didn’t hit me that I haven’t left this place in a while. All I did was lie down here with my fece turned to the ceilings, drowning in my own tears. People had come by but they could only do so much especially as that wasn’t what I wanted.

I don’t even know what I wanted and what I didn’t.

All I had were w