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It's raining again. It has been raining this whole week nonstop. The sombre cold and dark sky giving me solace in this time of mourning.
I have not stood up or eaten from the day I got from the hospital. How could I? This is the room I lost my baby. It was a son, the doctor told me. I have not made myself get out of the library, finding solace sitting in the dark at the corner, the only light from the window next to me.
I have been alone, and that's how I want it. I haven't talked to anyone, my mind not registering or even looking at them when they came to see me. Gigi has come to see me and after sitting with me for hours, even asking me and eventually trying to feed me with no futile started talking to me.
She talked and stayed with me and when she saw I was not coming out of it, I saw her leave. He stood at the door after he left, looking at me. I closed my eyes not finding sleep and not getting up.