Glass [ENG]

Prologue

I took everything that had caught my eye.

In pure rage, I threw frames, clothes and any objects that had anything to do with him into the cardboard. With a l l o f t h e m. Mascara was blurring all over my face. My hands were shaking in anger. A spasmodic breath coming out of my lips.

I rushed through the door, went downstairs, to the living-room, surrounded by the fog and chaos, to finally get out through the back door and end up on a terrace. I threw the box on the expansive lawn, panting from exhaustion.

From the emotions boiling inside me. The gray sky seemed to amplify all feelings, mocking my fate.

I took out of my pocket the object that I had grabbed earlier first and foremost.

Matchbox.

I lit one of them and put it under the first picture from the edge. Tarrel Beach. Two years ago. Annual youth festival. Loud cheers. Beautiful clothes. Hectolitres of alcohol. Banging music. Sunsets. Azure of the ocean.

Fake smiles.

As soon as the paper caught fire, I stood upright, looking at each of the objects. At the sorrow rotting in the black smell of sulfur. But with each burning memory, my anger was fading away. My fury. My chaos of thoughts.

As alive as the fire before was remained only pain.

Another stupid tear got out of my control. I wiped it off, full of disgust.

"I hate you so, so much..."

They didn't know what they'd done.
They didn't know what they'd really started.