He Gave Her Strawberries, Gave Me Hives (Ford and Sylvia) novel Chapter 108

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features that so closely resembled Hazel’s, a huge sense of loss inexplicably washed over him.

He couldn’t help but remember, a long time ago, Stella leaning against him, dreaming aloud, “Felix, let’s have a daughter someday. I hope she has your bright eyes. She’ll be so beautiful.”

Now, there was no daughter, and the person who had wanted one was long gone.

During her postpartum confinement period, Hazel took her “petty” and “tactless” nature to a whole new level.

She complained the confinement meals were too expensive and threw a huge tantrum when the nutritionist caught her secretly ordering takeout. She lost control when the baby cried, bossing the nanny and housekeepers around with harsh words. She even became paranoid because Felix was busy with work and spent less time with her, constantly checking up on him and making unreasonable scenes.

Every time Felix returned to that so–called “home“, what he felt was not warmth, but endless exhaustion and

annoyance.

He started making excuses to come home late, or not at all.

It was from this point on that Felix began to dream of Stella frequently.

The dreams were bizarre, yet incredibly real.

He dreamed of their school campus at sixteen. He confessed awkwardly, and Stella laughingly pushed his hand away, feigning annoyance, “Felix!” but her eyes were filled with delight.

He dreamed of the funeral hall for her parents, of her thin frame collapsing in his arms in a storm of tears, relying

on him with her whole being.

He dreamed of their life after marriage, how after every little tantrum, she would secretly peek at him with that look of slight grievance and anticipation, waiting for him to coax her.

Every dream was like a dull knife, repeatedly carving into his already ravaged heart.

And every time he woke from these beautiful, painful dreams, he was met with Hazel’s heavy snoring and her slightly bloated form, a result of pregnancy and childbirth.

The vast difference between dream and reality was like a cold tide, drowning him.

He was finally beginning to understand what, exactly, he had lost.

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