color of love and blood

Steve brought Olivia home, taking care of her every need. He prepared her meals, ensured she had everything she required, and tried his best to bring a sense of normalcy back into her life. But Olivia withdrew from everything. She locked herself in her room, skipped meals, and abandoned all the things she once loved. Steve tried everything to cheer her up, but nothing seemed to reach her.

Desperate, they attended multiple therapy sessions with a psychiatrist. After careful evaluation, the psychiatrist advised Steve to be extra attentive. "She blames herself for the miscarriage, even if she doesn't say it outright. You need to help her out of this mindset—perhaps plan a vacation or gently encourage her to leave her room more."

Taking the advice to heart, Steve tried to make Olivia step out. But days passed, and Olivia remained in her sorrow. One evening, as he entered their room, he saw her sitting by the cradle, gently rocking it back and forth, whispering, "Sleep... it's already night."

A deep ache stabbed through Steve's chest. His patience, his heartbreak, and his helplessness boiled over. "Olivia, enough is enough!" he burst out, his voice trembling with pain as he grabbed her by the shoulders. "You have to stop this! You have to move on!"

"I know right now it feels like there's a weight on your heart that you can't lift, but I want you to know I'm here for you. Grief has no timeline, and it's okay to feel lost and broken. Your pain is real, and I can't take it away, but I can hold you through it, every single day, as long as it takes. But please remember, you are not alone."

Steve's voice cracked as he continued, tears forming in his eyes. "You're ready to die for a child who was never even born... but can't you live for a husband who is still alive, just watching you?" His voice broke completely as he sank to his knees, sobbing.

The next morning, Olivia's mood seemed lighter. In an attempt to lift her spirits further, Steve suggested they go outside for a while. Reluctantly, she agreed. They visited various places, and for the first time in weeks, Olivia smiled—faintly, but genuinely.

However, as they walked through the park, a small child ran up to Olivia, tugging at her hand. "Mother?" the child said, staring up at her with wide, innocent eyes.

Olivia froze.

Before she could react, the child's actual mother came rushing over, pulling him away with an apologetic smile. But for Olivia, that fleeting moment became unbearable. Her mind fixated on the feeling—the brief, intoxicating illusion of being a mother. Suddenly, she became hyper-aware of all the children around her, their laughter echoing in her ears like a cruel taunt.

"Olivia? Olivia!" Steve called, sensing her growing distress.

She turned to him, her expression unreadable. "Let's go home," she said quietly.

Understanding her fragile state, Steve didn't argue. They returned home in silence.

That night, as Steve prepared for bed, he found Olivia taking her prescribed medication—more than her usual dose. He hesitated, but she simply gave him a tired smile. "I just need to sleep," she murmured.

The next day, when Steve woke, Olivia was back in the depths of despair—worse than before. The brief moment of motherhood she had imagined only deepened her grief because having a fake felling of being mother of that child for few minutes is the worst thing after losing her own child . Steve watched helplessly as she spiraled further into darkness.

That evening, when he came home, his worst fear became reality.

There, in the dimly lit room, Olivia hung from the ceiling, lifeless once more but this time she won't answer my questions, she won't cry.

Steve collapsed in shock, his world shattered beyond repair.

Days passed in a blur. After the investigation, Steve returned home, the house feeling emptier than ever. But as he stepped inside, a chilling voice greeted him.

"How are you, my boy?"

Steve turned sharply to see a man in a black suit standing in the shadows and

said "What are you doing here, Thomas?" 

Thomas smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I came to congratulate you. Your plan to make her take her own life worked perfectly."