My Baby (One-Shot)

I watched him leave; desperately wishing he would come back.
How did it come to this? Why? When?
I can still remember the days when he was just mine. Only mine. My baby. But, as I watch him go, walk away, leave me to sob- this could not be him. This is not my baby.
I wanted so much just to see that bright smile. That's all I wanted. All I needed. Just to know that he would be okay, knowing he would be just fine and go back to being my baby.
All I saw was a scowl. His beautiful face was contorted into an unfamiliar mask that hid everything of him I loved.
When did this all happen? Where was I for this?
One day he was holding me like he would never let go and the next I can't see into his chocolate brown eyes anymore. His eyes used to be so warm, so comforting, now they turned into a dark shade of black. I dont remember exactly when the change occurred, just that a piece of my heart was lost with the change.
But as he passes out of my sight, I feel that there is nothing left of my so-called heart, which only beat for him.
I place my hand over my chest right where the soft hum should have been produced, but heard nothing-felt nothing. What was the point anyway? He was gone now, what was the use of a heart?
The tears grew hot on my face, heated by my misery. I couldn't hold them back any longer, it was no use. They fell freely now, drenching my pink cheeks with salt water.
He was gone. My baby was really gone, never to come back.
I felt a shooting pain in my chest and mechanically pulled my arms into myself as if I was trying to keep myself from falling apart. But that was no use either. I was already broken.
Desperately I wished none of this had happened. One wish, I pleaded, Just make him come back. But no such wish was granted.
The sun shone brightly through the trees, almost mocking my misery. The day was full of life, so much joy, so much love to be shared- but not of it was for me.
This day I was meant to suffer.
I could not describe how much I wanted for him to turn around, just to turn around and walk back to me, say he didn't mean any of it and go back to being my baby.
I couldnt explain how much I ached for him to wrap his arms around me, to hold me tight and shush away the tears.
Could my baby really be gone?
I knew he was. I knew he left long ago. I just didn't want to see. I couldn't see the truth.
The truth was, my baby left when his chocolate brown eyes turned to dead black pupils. He left when his soothing, gentle touch turned to rough punches and slaps.
He wasnt my baby as he screamed those poisonous words in my ears. My baby would never laugh at me, crying in a ball on the floor. My baby would never kick and hit until my once pale skin turned into every different shade of black and blue.
My baby had been gone, long gone. I just couldn't see.
I thought my baby would come back to me, someday he would come back. But that day never did come. My baby was forever lost.
I wonder what I did to make him leave.
Did I ask too much? Did I push him too far? Was this all my fault?
And maybe it was.
But, my baby would never say that.
"Are you kidding me? Of course this isn't your fault," He would say, "How could my angel do anything wrong? Don't worry, sweetheart, none of this is your fault."
But his voice never did utter those words, staying unspoken for eternity. My baby wasn't even there to give me that comfort.
But those words were all I really needed, just those comforting words to soothe away the pain- to tell me I had nothing to feel hurt for.
All I needed to know was if I created that monster that took over my baby's body. Was it my fault his eyes became dark? Was it my fault his warm laugh grew silent?
Maybe. It could have all just been me.
But I guess I'll never know, because as I raise the cool metal to my temple, the sound of the gunshot would smother any voice of reassurance.
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