The Bereaved

Alex awoke by a rumbling that came from downstairs. He set his feet on the ground, but there was something underneath. For a moment he only looked at it. Slowly went his hand downward, lifting a picture frame. It was broken. The weeding shot of Fiona and him was smashed to pieces. Facial expression said more than hundred words. Angriness, disappointment and sadness befall over his body. His right palm passed through his hair then covering his face. Still holding the broken frame, he stood up. But Alex paused for a moment, gazing into their happy faces. Tears filled his eyes. Without looking he threw the picture on his bed and went outside the room. The branch wasn't only fragmenting glass but instead symbolizing the separation of two hearts. Leaving them alone and empty.