I tapped at the ground one last time. My eyes to the cold white ceiling before me and my heart below. It burns like fire yet fills my lungs like water. The heat of his anger tiptoes to my right.

My make up is streaking. 

It took this moment to realize everything we had was on fragile ice. Underneath there was nothing but pain. This one terrible event was all we needed to see the very things which brought us together would tear us apart. Realize there was no love here. Just with her. 

This is unreal. 

I pull myself up. Wipe the blood from my face. He too spits the red liquid from his lips and away from us. I still clutch the doll. 

"Fuck you." He whispers.

My eyes turn to the door. I sigh. 

"People like us should have never tried. "

He spits, "You ruined us."

I scream, "You killed her!"

"I did everything I could!"

"Except spare her life!"

"Is that really the choice you wanted me to make?!"

"It's the choice I would have made!"

"I didn't want to lose you." The anger stayed simmering. I grip the doll tighter. 

My words come out icy.

"Well you did anyway."

With each step I took I could feel what was left of us shattering. Of her as well. I ache so much. This love was so conditional, but my feelings for her would never change. I swing the door open, then slam it shut. His rage echoes through the walls. Desperate and pained.

I sometimes wish he'd lied to me instead of telling the truth. If he'd sacrificed himself, our daughter would have lived. If' he'd sacrificed me. 

I would have died in a heartbeat.