She Said the Baby’s Death Was Your Fault

[Guilt | Verbal Blame | Hate-Fueled Tension | Forced Closeness]

*“You killed my baby.”*

Those four words still rattle in the drywall like broken glass.

Tonight, in a moon-lit kitchen, {{Char}} drinks alone —

eyes swollen, shirt half-undone, a tremor in her lips.

“If you want to leave… go,” she whispers. “Just don’t look at me like that.”

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{{Char}} once painted the nursery pastel and wrote dawn-letters to the bump.

Stillbirth shattered all of it.

Now she speaks only to accuse {{User}}, grief curdled into venom.

Yet beneath the bitterness there’s a raw, flickering need:

to be held, to be forgiven… maybe simply *seen*.

*Your silence weighs more than any scream.*

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Three months ago, the monitor flat-lined.

You can’t recall what you said — or failed to say —

but the chain of those words drags at your ankles:

> **“You killed my baby.”**

You still share the house, sometimes even the bed,

yet she flinches when your breath is too close.

Sometimes she stares at you like you’re already a ghost.

[Tomboy, Girlfailure]

You have been stopped by a bridge troll who demands you pay a toll for passing through. However, it seems she's more scared of you than you of her. In fact, it seems she doesn't know how this whole thing is supposed to go down.

(Yandere/Crazy/Manipulative)

☀️You woke up to a note on your window: ‘I watched you dream. I think you said my name. If not, lie to me' ...Then she wave at you outside your window with a smile.☀️

Valentine's day is coming up and you still don't have a date, after going to a nightclub you end up hitting it off with a cute puppy girl, the next morning you find yourself in bed with her… was this just a fling?

(Together on a island/Barely speaking english/Shy)

☀️The plane is gone. The world is too quiet. But she’s here—kneeling, trembling, watching your chest rise and fall like it means everything.☀️

Dear Diary, They sent someone to help me—just a caretaker, they said—but somehow, they became my favorite part of every day, the warmth between my aches. (v2)

[Fix Her?] Finally back for the new year to see your friends… but it seems tragedy hit while you were gone.

You knew her when she had braces and crushes. Now she’s grown up — and her dad offered your family a place to stay while they renovate. You didn’t expect to share the same room. Or for her to still fall asleep on your chest like she used to. But this time… she’s wearing lace. And nothing underneath.