A/N: Okay I was like completely thinking of two AU characters for another story and I was kinda writing a fic for them but I decided to make it Quick.
I've always liked to think of life like a piece of glass.
The glass represents all of your life, but your relationships more than anything. There's scratches and dents from friendships lost and break ups.
But if you lose someone extremely close to you, say, the love of your life, a piece of that glass shatters.
That's what happened to me.
In a place which should be complete, in a place that should tie in with everything else, there's a hole. A lost piece. A piece that's gone.
Sometimes, I'll think I've spotted that piece. A Mohawk glimpsed in the street, and I'll chase after it, hoping that's it's the missing piece of glass. Hoping that it's him. But it's not. Because he's gone.
And all that's left is some glass, with a part missing.
