The POV of an unborn child-

Phoenix’s POV-

His soft, warm hands cupped my face. His breath was igniting and satisfied. A tender smile was gazing down at me. His eyes were sunsets. With rippling waves and the colors of a million souls. Butterflies danced around in my mind. His arms were wrapped protectively around me. His voice came out as a melody. As a painting. The feeling you get when you're in your car at 6pm with all the windows rolled down, and the sky is a flurry of hues. Scarlet reds, and the most royal of purples. The yellow of a field of sunflowers, and blues of a million eyes. choreography. A daze. Music is blasting from the radio on full volume, and your beach waves are thrashing around in the wind. Tears of the most lovely contentment are trickling down your cheek. One hand is on the wheel and the other is grasped in the hand of your lover. That feeling. It’s the feeling you get when you're all alone in a big open field. With daisies, and roses, and sunflowers, and tulips blooming all around you. Your feet are bare as you trample the long, soft grass. Your summer dress rippling in the faint whisper of wind. With flutters in your stomach as the sun hits your skin. Your hair cascading off your shoulders. Alone with the wild. Memories flooding your mind, of times when you felt something just like this yet so different. A feeling of pure joy. Of contentment and freedom and safety. His voice was just that. It was joy, contentment, freedom, safety...and love. He spoke to me. He taught me everything that no one could teach me but him. He told me stories and he gave me memories. He gave me something I could never describe. Something none other but pure, undeniable love.

June’s POV-

“No. There’s no way. I can't be pregnant. I can't be a mother. Not now, not ever.” The words came out of my mouth in a dry whisper. My eyes were covered in a dark haze. My knees were skinned and bloody from the amount of times I had fallen over while trying to run away. My face was tearstained and my eyes a shadow of darkness. I needed to escape the wolf inside of me. He was ready for war. I walked along the lit up streets of Brooklyn, An oversized hoodie drowning my problems and covering my downcast features. My converse splashing along in the shallow and murky sidewalk puddles. My damp hair falling on my face and obscuring my view of the flashing neon lights. I really had no plan of action. But there was really nothing to discuss with myself. The truth that I had yet to admit to myself, was so very clear. I can’t keep this baby.

God’s POV-

A single tear slid down my face. Not a tear of anger or hatred. A tear of sadness and sorrow. A tear of longing and a tear of truth. Now here she is, looking into my eyes, her little hand clasped on my finger, vulnerable and exposed, trusting me. “Oh my dear phoenix, I'm so sorry. I painted your future, I wrote your story in my book. I molded you so flawlessly. I gave you dreams of adventure. But now, those dreams won't get the chance to become memories. Insead, they’ve become nightmares. Oh, what a cruel, cruel world. It was never meant to be this way. I've loved you since even before I created your world. The world you might never get to see with your own eyes. My dear, please don't forget, no matter how gravely the fire is burning, I won't let you go up in flames. Darling, one day you will see, sin is blinding. Oh, if only they would open their eyes.”