When Love Is The Only Thing Left

"Honey?" Waylon´s voice was quiet and reticent. "I´ll go to work now." He walked closer to his wife who stood in front of their livingroom´s window, looking out at the white blanket that covered their front yard. Two weeks had passed since their baby had died. It was the end of January. And this will probably be the last snow for this half of the year. Now Shiny watched the snowflakes falling down, each one representing a piece of her hope crashing to the ground. Waylon put his hands on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. She had turned his back on him, but only because she was focused on the snowflakes. Shiny felt as nobody understood her pain. Waylon had never seen their daughter alive, she had passed away the day before he came home from war. When he came home there had only been his distraught wife. And the cold body of their baby inside of the cradle. "I wish you´d stay home today", she whispered, still not turned around. She listed things in her mind. Maybe she could call out for Lilly. Maybe. Was that even her name? Shiny didn´t remember, everything was erased from her mind. "I know, but Monty needs me at the office. He said that there´s a way we could make more money soon." He stopped as he realized how insensitive this sounded. "I want you to have a good life", he finished quietly. Shiny didn´t answer. Waylon never experienced their daughter´s birth. Not even her death. World War was over, but nothing will ever be good again. They were in the 1940s, a time where children often died. But that didn´t make it any more easy. Warm hands wiped away her tears, a tall body hugged her from behind. "I´ll try to come home earlier today." "Thank you." Shiny finally stepped back from the window and crossed her arms in front of her chest and lowered her head. Waylon came so close that she could hear his heart beating. Tears started to form behind his glasses and suddenly, a numb pain stabbed through his heart. A pain that not even she feeling of Shiny´s soft hair could cure. "Oh Waylon", she whispered mournful, almost absent. Sudden wind whirled up the snowflakes outside. "What should we do with ourselves?"








Scene from my Simpsons-fanfiction.

Hope you like it! :3