Originem

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Biblically Dark

Chapter 1 (v.2) - Chapter One

Submitted: June 29, 2018

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Medio Terrarum

She reached over and grabbed his shoulder in panic, her slender fingers digging hard into his skin as she shook him. "Babe, wake up!"

His turned back hid his waking face, and she failed to see his dark eyes fluttering open drowsily. Her shaking became frantic, her nails beginning to sink further into his bare skin until he turned over to acknowledge her scared, shadowed face. 

Only the pale glow of the moonlight broke through the curtains guarding the window behind her head. The alarm clock on the nightstand communicated the time as 1:14 am. 

Half awake, his only response to her was a groggy, "Wha?" and nothing more. Doing his best to see past the cloud of sleep hovering over his eyes, he was finally able to make out the beautiful, dark skin of his anxious wife. Crystal like tears were starting to run from her eyes. They glistened momentarily in the light before disappearing silently into the shadowed crevices of her small face. She gasped loudly and uncontrollably, trying to make words through her sobs. 

He reached out tenderly to touch his warm hand to her face, brushing away a tear with his thumb. "What's wrong?" His voice was soft and relaxed, nonverbally offering the same calm to his dear wife. 

She held her breath to stop the sobs. Her hand found his hand and she held it firmly against her wet cheek. Her eyes were squeezed shut. The two of them remained in this position for a moment before she opened her mouth once again. Another gasp escaped but was quickly silenced. Her damp eyelashes lifted to find her husband studying her in concern. The moonlight lit his face, enhancing his gentle features until she could have mistaken him for an angel. For a moment she was completely transfixed. 

"It's gone," she whispered. Then the spell was broken. Her cry came suddenly and painfully, so filled with grief it was as if her heart were actually breaking into two. 

Looking down, he saw her other hand holding desperately to her large, pregnant belly. She was talking about their daughter. 

 



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