Shattering World
Sheathed in her customary black, Ingrid Third wondered how many times the world was allowed to shatter
Sheathed in her customary black, Ingrid Third wondered how many times the world was allowed to shatter.
The first time it had broken was when her mother died. It had remained infixed until the day she met Fillmore and he had begun to help her put the pieces back together.
The second was in the car-crash when Ariella died. Sudden, heart wrenching and paralysing in its pain, the world had not so much shattered as imploded around her. Only Fillmore's arm around her waist and his shoulder to cry on had prevented her from following the world into its newly created hole.
The third was when Karen walked out of their lives. Friends since middle school and then one day she simply wasn't there anymore. A note and not one word of apology was all that remained.
As with the previous two times, Ingrid had gradually pieced her life back together. But now, staring down at the grave of a most beloved friend Ingrid's world shattered for the final time. There would be no fixing it this time. It would remain a broken and fragmented thing – hollow and useless, devoid of all worth.
A world without Cornelius Fillmore, was no world at all.