The rain swirled around Lily like a protecting blanket. But it couldn't dull the pain. Not from this. The pain, the rejection, the confusion. When had James started wanting this? Or was it something Lily should have seen a long time coming?

James turned and walked away from her. With him left Lily's acceptance, her love. As he went farther away, so followed Lily's self-worth. And it hurt. Christ, it hurt. Like getting stabbed when he left; the knife twisting as he ripped out Lily's heart.

Lily's hands folded over her as-of-now flat abdomen. Somewhere in there, safe from the outer world, was her last remnant of James's love. Her little remnant. But the remnant was her last tie to James, and everything James had had a hand in hurt. Like a cold fire chilling the very marrow of her bones and working its way out from her very center. As Lily felt that chill, she realized that this baby had no future. None at all.

(A/N: So what dost thou think? This entire story is for my friend MyMusesSpeakToMe. Happy belated birthday!)