She glared tearfully at the picture in her hands. The perfect picture of her and her brother. The beautiful picture of her and her brother. Before any of... of this had ever happened. When they were just children being children. The picture used to sit right against the base of the tree, their tree. Next to where they would laugh, where they would sit and talk for hours on end. It used to be a reminder of who she would push through for, who she would fight for. But now, it was just a painful reminder of the past. Of when everything went wrong.
A single teardrop fell on the glass.
She gripped the frame a little tighter. Her mind was screaming, begging for her to do something other than just stare at it. Put it down, throw it away, trash it, b r e a k i t.
Another teardrop.
She set the photo down, back above the fireplace.
I miss you, dear brother.
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A Tangled Mess! --Short Story and Drabble Collection
RandomThis is my first time writing here so... hi. Each short is under a category label. If you don't like angst, don't read under that label (and I do, like, hardcore angst sometimes). If you don't want any crack shit, don't read the Incorrect Quotes or...
