A/N: Wow, this is pretty morbid, even for me. I don't know what to say about this, except that it's late, I had a bit of coffee and apple pie and I'll be up for a looooong time.

But man. Wow. I am at a loss for words. Your thoughts?

'Til next time

~shine

~How Can You Mend A Broken Heart~

Sitting all alone in an empty house, a man stared longingly at a photo of his late wife, tears falling ceaselessly from his eyes. Old records play in the background as he holds the photo of her to his chest, his body racked with sobs. There was truly no way to convey all of his feelings, nothing would ever be able to show the grief he felt, or the heartache he suffered all these many months.

In the picture stands a woman in her mid twenties, her hair tied messily in a bun, as if rushing to prepare for the unexpected photo. Her lips were drawn up in a genuine smile and she wore a bright yellow sundress. Her eyes, one blue as the open sky and the other red as blood, fixed him with a loving gaze that always sent shivers down his spine. With her, he knew true bliss. But now, he would never see her again.

He could still recall the day she died perfectly. Nothing, not even the nights he spent trying to drown the pain in booze, could ever make him forget such a tragedy.

They said there was nothing they could've done. They couldn't save both her and the baby, but in the end, both had died anyway. That day tore him apart, and nothing could ever hope to fix him. No one meant half as much to him as she did.

How can you mend a broken heart?

As those words played, he took one more longing gaze at the photo, caressing it gently before taking yet one more drink of the bitter liquid sitting beside his chair. He spoke the question quietly; all the bitterness he felt bubbled forth in his chest, burning worse than anything he had ever drank.

And so, with all the resolve he could muster, he reached over onto the table yet again, but this time not for another drink. As the cool metal hit his fingers, they faltered just a bit, and doubt flared up in his mind, only to be drowned out by the sorrow and longing. He wanted to be with her again. Nothing would stop him from achieving that.

Pressing the barrel to his temple, he muttered a silent, "Soon, Mari. I'll be home soon." before pulling the trigger and being greeted by the waiting darkness.