SAY a n y t h i n g

[mystic pearl adier]

Don't say a word
I know you feel the same

» Everything seemed like a dream. Before she met Flannery, she'd been convinced that getting married was a long way off- sure, she was pretty enough, but she was far too shy to actually make an effort to go out with guys. She wasn't sure what it was about him that made her say yes to a first date; perhaps it was his kindness, and definitely because he was so damn cute. When she was told why he'd had to skip out on their first date.. well, that was when she knew he was a great guy. Still, she wasn't she why or how she'd fallen so hard, so fast. Despite feelings that maybe everything was happening too fast, she'd said yes to his proposal, and they were now married. It took a while for her to stop feeling like they'd rushed into things, and now, she was glad they had. She wasn't sure if she would've handled waiting. After all, he was the perfect guy- to her, anyway.

» Everything had been going perfect, or seemed like it, for the longest time. They'd decided to have kids fairly early on, and despite Mystic being unsure of how long it would take, she'd agreed. It wasn't long before she found out they'd succeeded only a couple of months after first trying. They'd been ecstatic, and Mystic was fully ready to be a mother. Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be- a couple of weeks ago, she miscarried. She had no explanation as to why. One day, she was going for a walk in the park, and felt a sharp pain in her stomach, and when she was rushed to the hospital, she was bleeding badly, and then, they couldn't detect a heartbeat. The worst part? Mystic was awake for the whole incident. She spent almost the entire rest of that day- which was a long time, considering that everything went down in the early morning- crying, until she finally fell asleep. After spending a couple days in the hospital, she came home.

» Since then, neither of them has brought up the subject of trying again. Mystic knows she would like to, eventually- just not any time soon. She needed time to mourn, and get over it, or as much over it as she could, and was pretty sure Flannery did, too. She could tell that they were both pretty depressed about it, and she was glad for their unwillingness to really talk about it. One day, probably soon, they would have to, but until then, she'd avoid it.

» Tomorrow, for instance, she would probably be forced to talk about it. She had no doubt that some of her friends that worked in the NICU with her will have heard what happened, and want to comfort her. She was scared of returning to work- she worked with babies all day, and the miscarriage would probably pop into her mind every couple of seconds, if it left at all. How would she handle it? How should she handle it? She wasn't a cynical person, by any means; she always tried to see the bright side of things, and was often the one to tell the parents of premature babies that their child would be fine. She would be the one to comfort them when their child had a setback, and had to stay extra time. But how could she do that if she'd lost her own?

» Pushing fears of the next day out of her mind, she tried to find something to occupy herself. She'd already watched most of the DVDs in their collection several times over- mainly because she had nothing better to do when Flannery was out, and she was home alone- so that was pretty much out of the question. She didn't want to cook anything- mainly because she didn't want Flannery to die of food poisoning- and she wasn't tired yet, so she simply refused to go to bed. After doing some thinking, she figured out what she wanted to do. After that, it took her some searching before she found the little colorful squares of paper. She sat at the kitchen table with the papers and a sharpie, and started folding them into little paper cranes. Flannery would be home soon, she figured- after a quick glance at the clock- and probably would want to know what she was doing. She would have no explanation other than boredom, which was weird for her, considering that any other time, she had something to do. Starting tomorrow, though, she would be busy again. She figured she'd better enjoy having nothing to do but origami, while she could.

[Tagged for Flannery, whenever he's picked up <3]