Falling slowly

Яemi

you're every song that fills my mind

"Oh—" He whispered. As a man, and a relatively ignorant one given his circumstances, Remi had no idea what was involved with a miscarriage. Had Phoebe been in pain? Had there been an actual child? Was she in need of medical attention? Luckily as a midwife she would of course have the answers to all these questions, and so Remi let those worries slide. "Oh Phoebe." His voice was rough with grief, but not pity. Stepping forward, he would try to pull her to him if he could, arms tangling around her, pressing a kiss softly to her hair if he could.

"I am so very sorry." The alchemist added after a moment, his heart thundering in his chest for some reason.

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