Mildred ripped the pictures, her fingers quick, angry and her heart broken. How could he? How could he just leave me? Mildred mumbled in her head as she tore at the photos. She gazed at the last photo, her favorite. Montag's left arm was hung around her shoulders loosely, his smile-warm and filled with love, a smile she had never seen in years. Mildred's features were soft and rosy like a peach. Her dress was the color of the sky and her skin seemed to glow under the sun. She was the sun in the photo, the one that flashed and was the color of gold. Fresh tears sprung in her eyes and with trembling fingers, Mildred prepare to rip the picture. No. She couldn't. It meant to much to her. Mildred tucked it away along with her sapphire wedding ring and Montag's gold watch in her sea-shell box. The very box Montag bought her years ago. The man she though she loved, Montag.
