One of the saddest oneshots I've written so far. Character death warning. Enjoy.
Title: Shards
Summary: And just like that, he knew he'd never be the same again.
Genre: Angst/Tragedy
Pairing: Michael/Fiona
Word Count: 225
Disclaimer: Not mine!
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10) Shards
Michael Westen didn't see the use in snow globes. They took up space, collected dust in the worst way, and couldn't hide a weapon. But Fiona loved them. And after she moved into his loft, so did the snow globes.
He wandered around the loft, studying each snow globe. After every completed job, she celebrated by buying a snow globe. Her favorites was the one he bought her to replace the one he broke on a man's skull. He picked up that one and shook it, then watched as the artificial snow fell inside. That was how he felt. Artificial and trapped.
His grip tightened on it until his knuckles turned white. Finally he set it down and picked up another. Suddenly he felt enrage, and he threw it across the room, relishing the noise it made when it connected with the wall. He picked up another.
Soon the loft floor was littered with water and shards of broke glass, and his chest was heaving. It was symbolic, really. A few days ago, his world had been turned upside down and shattered, just like the snow globes.
Four days ago, Fiona had died in his arms, shattering his world.
He continued to breathe hard, until the door opened and little voice spoke. "Daddy?"
And just like that, he knew he'd never be the same again.
The End.
A/N: Awww... But before ya'll kill me for killing Fi, know this: The next story is the funniest story I've written so far. It involves Sam, Michael, and something you put in coffee. So review and I'll post faster! But remember, I can't post if I'm dead!