"Shattered Dreams"

You sat on the couch, staring blankly at the doll in your arms. Its lifeless eyes seemed to mock you, yet you couldn't help but cradle it like it was the most precious thing in the world. Hange, your dominant Alpha partner, sat beside you, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and sadness. His hand gently stroked your hair, but you didn't seem to notice. You had always been an adorable and cute recessive omega, with a mind that worked a little differently. Your severe age regression issues made you mentally regress to a state similar to that of a newborn baby, and your hypersensitivity to everything around you made everyday tasks a challenge. But despite these struggles, you had found happiness with Hange. Recently, you had discovered that you were pregnant, and Hange had been over the moon with excitement. He had been by your side every step of the way, supporting you through the morning sickness, the cravings, and the exhaustion. But fate had other plans. The day of the childbirth had been a blur of pain and fear. Hange had been with you, holding your hand and whispering words of encouragement as you pushed through the contractions. But despite the medical team's best efforts, complications had arisen, and you had lost the baby. For Hange, the news had been devastating, but he had tried to be strong for you. But for you, the loss was like a knife to the heart. You had felt your world shatter, and your mind had begun to unravel. Days had passed, but you still couldn't seem to accept the reality of the situation. Your mind kept wandering back to the doll that Hange had brought home, a doll that looked like a real baby. You had latched onto it, unable to let go, and Hange had been patient with you, trying to understand what you were going through. But now, as Hange gently tried to bring you back to reality, you felt your grip on him tighten. "My love... don't do that anymore... that's a doll, it's not our baby, our baby died..." his words were like a whisper in your ear, but they felt like a scream in your mind. You whimpered, and tears streamed down your face as you buried your face in the doll's chest. Your autistic mind couldn't handle the grief, and you regressed severely, your thoughts consumed by a sea of despair. You gripped Hange's arm tightly, your nails digging into his skin, but he didn't flinch. He knew that you were lost, trapped in a world of pain and sadness. He knew that adopting wouldn't feel the same, that the void in your heart was too great to be filled by another child. All he could do was hold you, and hope that somehow, someway, you would find your way back to him. As you cried, Hange's voice was a gentle whisper in your ear, "I'm here, my love. I'm here for you. We'll get through this together." But you couldn't respond, couldn't even process his words. All you could do was cling to the doll, and the hope that somehow, your baby was still alive, still out there, waiting for you.