That was the night of joy and happiness; a time for celebration. But, buried under all of that bliss, tucked away in a corner, there was a heartbroken young girl. She sat on her bed rocking backwards and forwards, her body shaking with sobs. Her heart was already shattered and all there was left to do was sit and wait for each tiny shard to fall away and get lost in the darkness.
Laura turned over; onto her front and gripped the bed frame so tightly that her knuckles were white and strained. She forced her face hard into the pillow and screamed. As the final slices of glass in her heart fell away and crumbled to dust there was the sharpest, deepest, most bleeding pain inside her and there was no way to get it out but scream.
Nobody heard it; they laughed and danced and cheered outside in the dark as they watched the fireworks soar magnificently into the sky before scattering into a thousand pin pricks of light. Nobody heard; not even herself, as all she could hear was him, his words, his word. 'Trapped.'