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felicity stood alone in the quiet, dimly lit room, surrounded by the remnants of a life once full of love. the air felt heavy. the funeral had ended, and the condolences had been shared, but she wasn’t okay.
with tear-stained eyes, felicity returned to the cabin she had once shared with oliver. mia’s cries echoed through the hall, a stark reminder of the new reality she’s facing.
mia lay in her crib, innocent and unaware of the profound loss that had befallen them. felicity scooped up her six-month-old daughter, carrying her in her arms. mia's delicate fingers wrapped around felicity's. god, she looked so much like ollie, she thought to herself.
felicity sank into the rocking chair, holding mia close. the room was filled with the bittersweet memories of oliver's laughter as he once played with their daughter.
felicity's tears fell freely from the overwhelming grief. she traced her fingers over mia's small features, desperate for a connection to the man they both loved so deeply.