Shady's POV
I walk over to my couch and knock over a book on my table. I pick it up and a page falls out. I look at the page and see its a picture. I flip the picture around and see Her. I tear up the picture. A tear falls down my cheek. Why did she have to go? I miss her so much. I let out a small sob and stare at the pieces of the picture on my floor. I pick up the pieces of the torn-up picture and walk to my office with them. I grab the tape and try to fix the picture. Tears stream down my face as I think of her. I loved her...
I open up the book where the picture came from, it was a photo album. I caress the pages, I cherish our happy memories. I tear up as I see how happy we used to be. Why couldn't life still be like this? I flip to the last page and see the last picture we took together before she left. I held the picture and admire her beautiful smile, her curly hair, her ashy knees.
