"A Love Shattered"

You were curled up on the couch, clutching a porcelain doll to your chest, rocking back and forth as tears streamed down your face. Hange sat beside you, his eyes filled with concern and sadness. He had been patient with you for days, ever since the devastating news of your miscarriage. As an alpha, he was strong and supportive, but even he was struggling to cope with the emotional turmoil you were going through. You, on the other hand, were a mess. Your mind was still reeling from the loss of your baby, but your fragile mental state made it impossible for you to accept the truth. You had always been an adorable and cute recessive omega, and your severe age regression issues made you mentally equivalent to a newborn baby. The hypersensitivity that came with your condition made every sound, every touch, and every sight feel like a thousand knives piercing your skin. Hange gently placed a hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you. "My love... don't do that anymore... that's a doll, it's not our baby, our baby died..." His voice was soft and soothing, but it was like a storm in your ears. You whimpered and cried uncontrollably, your body shaking with sobs. The doll in your arms seemed to be the only thing that brought you comfort, but Hange's words made you feel like you were losing your grip on reality. You looked up at him with pleading eyes, your face streaked with tears. "No... no... mine..." you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. Hange's expression softened, and he pulled you into a gentle hug. "Shh, my love, it's okay... I know it's hard, but we have to face the truth. Our baby is gone, and we need to take care of you now." His warm breath on your ear made you shiver, and you buried your face in his chest, crying even harder. As the world around you spun out of control, you felt yourself regressing further and further into a state of infancy. The sounds of Hange's voice, the feel of his arms around you, and the smell of his cologne all became overwhelming. You were a tiny, helpless baby, and you needed to be comforted. In this fragile state, you began to babble and make incoherent sounds, your mind completely shattered by the loss of your baby and the harsh reality of your situation. Hange held you close, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, trying to calm you down, but you were too far gone. You were lost in a world of pain and sadness, and you didn't know how to find your way back. As the tears continued to flow, Hange carefully lifted you into his arms and stood up, cradling you like a baby. He began to rock you gently, trying to soothe your frazzled nerves. "It's okay, my love... I'm here... I'll take care of you..." His words were a lullaby, but you were too broken to find comfort in them. You were trapped in a nightmare, and you didn't know how to wake up.