Shattered and Lost

I gripped Hange's arm tightly as I cried uncontrollably, my small body shaking with sobs. My eyes were closed, and my face was buried in his chest, but I could feel his worried gaze on me. He stroked my hair, trying to calm me down, but I was beyond consolation. I was a mess of emotions, a jumbled mix of grief, anger, and despair. As I clung to Hange's arm, I felt a sense of security, of safety. He was my rock, my shelter from the storm that was raging inside me. But even his presence couldn't calm the tempest that was brewing inside me. I was lost in my grief, and I couldn't find my way out. Hange knew that adopting a baby wouldn't fill the void that had been left by the loss of our child. He knew that it wouldn't bring back the little one we had lost, and that it would only serve as a reminder of what we had wanted but couldn't have. He had tried to tell me that, to explain it to me, but I wasn't listening. I was too caught up in my own pain, my own despair. As I cried, Hange's grip on me tightened. He pulled me closer, holding me against his chest, and I felt a sense of comfort, of security. He whispered softly into my ear, trying to calm me down, but his words were just a gentle hum in the background. I wasn't listening. I was too busy drowning in my own tears. I was a recessive omega, and I had always been more sensitive to my surroundings, more emotional. But this... this was different. This was a depth of pain I had never known before, a depth of grief that I had never experienced. And I didn't know how to navigate it. Hange's voice was a gentle murmur in my ear, a soothing sound that was meant to calm me down. But I wasn't calm. I was shattered, lost, and broken. I was a mess of emotions, a jumbled mix of grief and despair. And I didn't know how to put myself back together again. As I clung to Hange's arm, I felt a sense of desperation creeping in. I was trapped in this sea of grief, and I didn't know how to escape. I was drowning, suffocating under the weight of my own emotions. And I didn't know how to keep going. Hange's arms tightened around me, holding me close as I sobbed. He was my only anchor, my only lifeline. And I clung to him, desperate to stay afloat in a sea of despair. I didn't know what the future held, but I knew that I couldn't face it without Hange by my side. I needed him, needed his love, his support, his comfort. And I knew that he would be there for me, no matter what.