Together forever

Our story starts with two young lovers.
Broken beings, they were. They desperately clung to one another as a child clings to her mother.
A child.
A blessing.
A wonderful, wonderful blessing.
With child, she is now. She carries him with pride and joy.
Broken they are not.
Glowing, she dances with him. One day, she’ll teach him how to waltz.
Her mister, perfectly, incandescently happy, reads to his son.
Their perfect, unborn son.
Too early, they celebrated.
Blood.
Pain.
Fear.
Broken, again.
A child.
A blessing.
A wonderful, wonderful blessing.
With child, again.
She dances with pride. One day she’ll teach him to waltz.
Her mister, reads to his unborn son.
Broken, they are not.
Too early, they celebrate.
Blood.
Pain.
Fear.
Broken, again.
A child.
A blessing.
A wonderful blessing.
With child again.
She dances. One day she’ll teach her daughter to dance.
Her mister, reads to his unborn daughter.
Broken, they are not.
Too early, they celebrate.
Through.
Tired.
Despair.
With child.
A blessing.
A wonderful, wonderful blessing.
Guns to their heads.
“And together, broken we are not.”
Triggers pulled.
Together, forever.