Snippets

Stain Glass

"The glass window is broken." I kneel down to the pool of sharp glass that gave off a sheen as if it was water. He looked back down at his cut knuckles.

"C'mon we can fix it."

"How can you fix something that is that broken?" He looked at his palms as if they held the answer. He sounded hopeless.

"It'd make a cool stain glass piece."

"We don't have time for that." His voice was sharp glass.

" Of course we do. It just the matter of if you are willing to put time into it." I keep persisting that there is still light at the end of the tunnel, hoping he'd believe me. Please believe in me.

"Just leave it there. It was shattered for a reason and it doesn't want to be fixed."

"It doesn't have a choice." I turned back at him and my heart was beating from frustration. My voice echoed throughout the cold house.

"I'm not going to stand here and to let it stay broken any longer." My voice was stern and I looked directly at him. He failed to meet my gaze.

"Are we still talking about the window?" His face softened and his eyes showed a nameless emotion as he asked me.

"Are we?" He wouldn't admit to me that something was wrong. He always played the hero and I was sick of it. He no longer had his cape becuase he couldn't even bother to do laundry.

"Yeah. You know what, just leave it. It's not worth it." His eyes turned cold once again.

"It does to me. Here let me." I start picking up the shards and the glass is dotted with red.

"Victoria, stop. I can't, and I won't, let you." His hand covered mine and for once he looked vulnerable.

"But I want to help you, Josh."

"I can't live with myself knowing that you'll get hurt from trying to fix me." A single tear trickles down the side of his face.

"Are we still talking about the window?" I put my hand to his cheek and use my thumb to wipe away the droplet.

"Your only going to get cut if you pick up the pieces." He looked back up at me and I saw the tears collecting in his eyes.

"I'd get all the cuts in the world to make you happy."

"How can I be at peace when you'll have all the scars and I 'll have none?" His whisper was faint but it ringed in my ears.

"How did I live with myself the past week knowing you're in agony and I couldn't help? Love is being selfish to allow the other the chance to be selfless. "