Blue's POV:
"Don't." I muttered, my voice sounding a bit groggy, and if I didn't know better, I would have believed that I didn't just speak. But it was my voice.
"Come on Blue, the whole room is dark. And you have been holed up here for days now, a week, probably. You've just stayed in here, all alone in this dark room. Please, just for today—"
"No Sarah. Don't. Don't you dare open it." I responded, lying motionless on the big rug at the center of my unborn child's room, the unborn child that is dead all because of me.
"How long are you going to blame yourself? You did not kill—"
"Don't Sarah. Do not try to make me feel better because I won't. I killed my child, I... I knew that my flames were dangerous. But I was so stupid to not realize that my flames eat up souls, they don't gu
