It felt like the pain was this large, dark monster that was eating away at every part of her. "Everything hurts." She whispered, feeling the ability to be more honest with him than anyone she had ever known in her life. "Breathing hurts, because I keep thinking of the breaths she can no longer take." There was so much life in Morgan Maris that the thought of never seeing that smiling face or hearing her words of encouragement seemed like a difficult beat to beat. "Seeing.. Touching.." Raina closed her eyes, feeling his arms winding around her body. It was his touch was gave her the strength to sit tall. Maybe she couldn't get up and run around, but she felt like she was a little stronger now. And strength, even in it's tiniest amounts, had the ability to change her whole world by millions of leaps and bounds.
Her fingertips curled into his shirt as though she needed something strong to hold onto, something that would anchor her down and assure that she wouldn't just float away into the void of oblivion like she felt she would.
"She was pregnant," Raina whispered softly. She hadn't expected to tell him that much. In fact, she hadn't expected a lot of things. She hadn't expected that she would leave a note for him. She hadn't expected that he would come and comfort her. There was so much and she was more than thankful that he was here with her. "She's been trying for years," she added, shaking her head lightly. "She had more miscarriages then I can even count. But she was so sure she was meant to be a mother. She always used to tell me that God wouldn't have given her the desire to be a mother if she weren't meant to bear her own children."
It ached. The thought that the innocent life inside of her sister would never have its chance to live, never have the opportunity to open her eyes and see the world that she was born into. Her life was ended before she even had a chance to start living it, and that was quite possibly the hardest fact to swallow. Raina remembered looking at Morgan's belly just hours before her accident.. and she even, more clearly, remembered the strong kick baby Faith had given when Raina touched her hand to her sister's belly.
They had joked about the child growing to be a soccer player. But baby Faith would never have that chance. Her chance was taken away from her, and all too soon. The loss of Raina's sister was unbearably tragic, but the loss of an infant that hadn't a chance was far worse. "There was only six more weeks to go." She nuzzled herself against his chest, feeling the brick like strength of his body. It was comforting. "My sister had named her Faith."
The same sister who had taught her how to ride a bike and how to fix her hair the first time Raina had developed a crush on a boy in class. He hadn't been interested in her but the make up tips had proven invaluable.
When Desmond removed his gloves, her eyes wandered and she noticed what he was missing on his hands, but it didn't throw her off guard. She didn't shriek in surprise. It was just another part of Desmond that she wanted to know about, another series of events that she wanted to question. But for now, his gentle touches were everything she needed. He wiped away her tears and she wasn't sure if she wanted to cry more, fall into him or brush it off. Most girls didn't cry in front of the guy they wanted to be with. That usually scared them away--but Desmond didn't seem afraid.