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With a shaky sigh and a bruised heart, Leah seated herself down on a bench by the park's local fountain. The marvellous jets of water curling delicately in line with her iridescent blue eyes did little to soothe her frantic mind. But she held her gaze to them, watching the droplet's quick descent to the pooling water at the bottom of the feature providing herself with a forced distraction. It had not been easy to lug her exhausted body all the way over to New Zealand but she had come with the strong intentions of letting Keith know that she was carrying his unborn child. But once again she had ducked out of doing just that, and like all the letters she had begun to write the idea was crumpled and tossed frustratedly away. Where was she ever going to rip the courage from?
The word 'lost' was indignantly scripted all over her pained expression, her straight set teeth caught her lower lip as if doing so might be the key to holding herself together. But as she smoothed her palms across the slight swell in her abdomen and looked down at the floral pattern of her most favourite summer dress, Leah could feel the tears welling on the rims of her azure eyes. It was silly to get so upset over the fact that this might be one of the last times she could wear this outfit until the baby was born but the doe-eyed woman had snapped frighteningly from independent and sassy to insecure and fragile with the news of her pregnancy. Determined though not to start sobbing in public, she lifted a hand and brushed the back of it over her eyelids, ridding them of tears before curling it securely in the ocean-blown waves of her lustrous blonde hair.
The word 'lost' was indignantly scripted all over her pained expression, her straight set teeth caught her lower lip as if doing so might be the key to holding herself together. But as she smoothed her palms across the slight swell in her abdomen and looked down at the floral pattern of her most favourite summer dress, Leah could feel the tears welling on the rims of her azure eyes. It was silly to get so upset over the fact that this might be one of the last times she could wear this outfit until the baby was born but the doe-eyed woman had snapped frighteningly from independent and sassy to insecure and fragile with the news of her pregnancy. Determined though not to start sobbing in public, she lifted a hand and brushed the back of it over her eyelids, ridding them of tears before curling it securely in the ocean-blown waves of her lustrous blonde hair.