She had everything she had ever wanted -- three short stories because writing is fun =) --- Zoey had everything Luna had ever wanted. Their stories started out mostly the same, with both girls marrying the second they turned eighteen, but everything was different from there. Zoey, blue-eyed, blonde, effortlessly perfect figure, had a husband who always came home on time, brought her flowers, and would take care of their twins, whom both of them had wanted, whenever Zoey needed help. Luna hadn't gotten that luxury. Randy always stumbled home late, screaming at her for still being awake when she was up or dragging her out of bed when she wasn't. Zoey had adorable family photos hanging on her wall, her and her husband each holding a smiling, happy baby. Luna's family photos, the ones Randy had insisted they take, showed him holding a very upset baby, knuckles white from trying to keep control of his squirming daughter. Luna always forced a smile and tended to her and her daughter's bruises later. She lived in fear for her daughter, the daughter she had never wanted. Zoey got to be happy. Every. Single. Day. It wasn't fair. --- Luna had everything Zoey had ever wanted. Two beautiful children with her new husband, Connor, and she always came to Zoey's house so full of life, so different than she had been all those years ago. Luna could tell her husband anything, and her kids could do the same. But here Zoey was, slowly being consumed by the cancer that refused to be controlled by any treatment, and she had no idea how to tell her husband, David. She couldn't. She remembered what happened when her son had passed, how David had nearly passed himself trying to save him. David would do the same with Zoey if he knew, but he would only get the cancer himself with his healing powers. There had been one silent rule in her household, one that even her three-year-old daughter understood-- don't tell David if you're hurt. His shifts at the hospital did enough damage to him. Zoey would smile and nod as Luna talked about everything she was doing, how happy she was now, how wonderful her new husband was, while Zoey lived a lie, keeping every pain, every negative emotion locked up so she could try and enjoy the time she had left with her family. It wasn't fair. --- This girl had everything Cora had ever wanted. Cora stood there in her scrubs, shaking, as the girl insisted to the doctor she wanted to get rid of the very thing Cora could never have. "I'm too young for a baby." The girl insisted, unaware of Cora wrapping her arms around herself, trying to calm down. She couldn't freak out in front of the patient, couldn't protest. She'd lose her job. Sure, her husband, Lance, made enough money for her and their adopted children to be comfortable, but it was nice to be able to have some extra spending money. Cora couldn't just throw that away because she didn't agree with the girl. The doctor left, and Cora was forced to monitor the girl's vitals, preparing for the procedure the girl was going to have. Cora would give anything to have children of her own. That was all she had ever wanted, ever since she was a little girl. She had lost all hope after years of crying in her husband's arms when she didn't make it past the first trimester, or the pregnancy test came back negative for what felt like the millionth time. This girl was ready and willing to throw away the very thing Cora had always wanted, confident that this was the right decision for her. Perhaps it was, but Cora couldn't stop shaking. It wasn't fair.
