This Love

(Weird ass title but yeah)


(Red authors note)


~Two Weeks Later~


~Luke's pov~


I was currently in the waiting room of the hospital, waiting until visiting hour began so I could go see my little boy. Sadly, I was alone today because nobody was able to watch Olivia, so Liana stayed home with her.


The clock finally struck three o'clock, and I swear to you, I zoomed over to the neonatal unit, as fast as I could on crutches. I had absolutely no patience.


Dylan was quite close to the window so I could see him very clearly. He was one of the most precious things I've ever seen.


My hand slowly found its way up to the window, pressing onto it.


I imagined the days where I would be looking through a window of a nursery, even though this wasn't a nursery. I just imagined it to be much later in time, and imagined it to be two babies that I had my eyes on, not one.


Dylan had so much needles and tubes hooked up to him, no child should ever have to go through this. I almost had denied putting my little baby in here with all that shit, but I was remembered that he was most likely not to live if this didn't happen. I didn't need another child dead.


We didn't have a funeral for Desiree. Liana and I simply bought a small gravestone and buried her, with the help from a few people of course. Olivia wanted to go there almost everyday to put flowers on the little gravestone, but tantrums were thrown short after when she didn't get her way.


"Excuse me sir." A voice had interrupted me from my thoughts.


I turned my head slowly to find a familiar face staring back at me. I couldn't make out who it was though.


"Yes?" I furrowed my eyebrows. I saw her lips purse as she took a good look at my face. "Is something wrong?" I snapped as she wouldn't stop staring.


"Sorry." She stammered, shaking her head. "I'm sorry for your child having to be in the neonatal unit. It must be horrible having a pre-"


"Yea I get it, my child is premature, and there should be another one, but this world is fucking stupid and just isn't on my side right now because I've been through so much shit these past few weeks, and the grand ending is when the innocent, unborn child ends up dead. Are you really sorry? No you're not, you don't care, you don't know about the shit that I've been going through, you don't know how horrible it is." I ranted on rudely to the familiar girl. I didn't mean to come off as rude, but I just really wasn't in the mood.


"You've never done anything wrong, Luke, you don't deserve that." She stated sympathetically.


"Maybe this was the universes way of punishing me to for the shit I used to do- wait how do you know my name?" My tone changing really quick at the question.


"I'm the bitch that everybody hates. We used to be friends, I guess." She pursed her lips again. I took a look at her.


"Gabby?" I furrowed my eyebrows.


"That's me." She whispered.


"Why are you here?" I asked.


"I'm here to pick up my sister, she got into a small but intense fight not long ago." Gabby explained. That was ironic.


"So did I, and the rest of the crew as you could say, minus Liana and Calum's wife." I said blankly. "What's her name?" I added on, just wanting to keep a conversation going because she was being nice right now and that's a very rare thing.


"Skylar."


"Skylar?" I gasped.


"Yea?" Her voice coming out more like a question. "Why is that so surprising?" She question, tilting her head.


"She was the one who helped us not get Liana captured by her son of a bitch father, we were in that intense fight with her." I explained.


"Oh." Gabby shrugged.


I looked back at Dylan, and saw the heart monitor on the screen next to him speeding up.


"NO!" I shouted, banging hard on the glass. "HELP HIM!" I shouted again to anyone that might've heard me.


The line began going flat, but that's also when I appeared to be in my bed.


I shot up with a gasp, my chest moving up and down rapidly.


I looked around the room for a reality check, then put my thoughts into action. I did go to the hospital to visit Dylan, I did run into the used to be warden, but I guess the flying broom has been taken away. That made no sense. But I left the hospital safely, the last part in my dream was just my imagination at its worst.


The bed felt empty, Liana wasn't next to me, nor even in the room. Where was she?


A slight crying sound was heard, it couldn't be Olivia, it wasn't coming through the monitor.


I walked slowly over to the connecting bathroom, as the sound got louder. I opened the door slowly, letting my vision adjust to the dim light.


The sight before me was not very pleasing. Liana was reopening the passage ways to her soul that were hoped to never be opened again.

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