Leah
With a glass of red wine in one hand, I carefully considered the picture in the other hand.
Looking at what was made what was now hurt all the more.
I carefully sipped the molten ruby, the drink that made the pain go away.
Is that what it really could do? Make it go away?
I wish. Otherwise, every red wine in the world would have been consumed already.
The scene was nice. I, with my wine and memories in front of the fireplace, peacefully remembering the past.
Well, not so peacefully.
It was gone. All of it. My reason for living. My love.
Another long glance at the picture, another sip. It constantly repeats.
I thought about how happy we were. In the picture, we were just looking deeply into each other's eyes.
I remember what I thought during that moment. This is going to last forever. Nothing could tear us apart.
Until she came along. One glance, that's all it took for him to forget all about me. Stupid, fucking imprinting.
The pain became too much. I drank what was left in the glass in one gulp, and got up from the couch to the fireplace.
I carefully removed the picture from the frame. Taking one last, long look at the picture, I basked in the glory of what was, remembering the happiness I felt and knowing that I would never feel that way again.
What was that is now not what was meant to be.
I threw the picture into the fire. Immobilized by both the alcohol and the pain, I numbly watched what was burn into nothing.
"Burn in hell, you bastard. Burn in hell."
AN: The "bastard" is open to interpretation. Just FYI.