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A blanket of heavy snow sticks to the ground, increasing in size as the hours drift by. It was morning and the sun slowly rose in the sky, yet it did little to warm the suburban town. A car pulls up in front of Joe's house, the tires slipping from the amount of ice on the roads. A man dressed in a long trench coat steps out and he makes his way to the front door.
Even though he had just finished a workout, Joe had to turn the heat up in his house. It was just that cold. And what makes it even colder is the fact that she's not here. Her smile was absent to brighten up the empty home and her scent was long gone. Joe couldn't help but blame himself for her leaving him. She was just too tired of the fighting and him not being home to work things out... so she left.
She packed her bags while he was sleeping yet waited for him to wake up before she left. He begged her not to go, they shared a few tear-filled kisses, and they made love one last time before she grabbed her suitcase and walked out the front door. Joe followed her outside, his bare-feet prodded by the cold ground as he rushed after her; but it was no use. She had already made up her mind.
The shutting of car doors leads Joe to the front room where he looks out the peep-hole of the front door. He saw the man and unlocked the door, swinging it open and eyeing him. The screen door was the only barrier between them and Joe was uncertain if he should open it or not.
"Mr. AnoaI?" The man asks as he reaches the door. He was bald and wore a pair of silver eye-glasses.
"Yeah?" Joe was hesitant as he answered them.
"I am officer Archer. I wish I could come to you with better news, but unfortunately, that's not the case. [Y/n] [Y/l/n] was in a car accident earlier this morning, around four. Her car was found tipped over on the side of the road and when we found her, she was... it was too late," the officer explains, his eyes sympathetic as he continues to describe what happened.
Joe didn't hear him, though. A ringing sounds in his ears and it felt like his whole world had simply just... stopped. She was gone. No, she is gone. How could that be? She was here just last night. He just saw her. This couldn't be happening. How? Why? Why was this happening? He didn't know and it only pierced the fresh hole in his heart even further.
It was a new pain that he unwillingly welcomed. His chest was tight and his jaw ached as he held back the tears. Joe looks back at the officer, not knowing that his eyes drifted off into the scene behind him.
"You were on her emergency contact list and no-one else would answer," Archer says. Joe nods, short tears escaping and falling to his shirt. He quickly wiped them away with the back of his hand before sniffling and straightening out his shoulders.
"Yeah, uh, that's... that's fine. I can call everyone and let them know," Joe calmly says, his emotions bubbling just under the surface. The officer nods and places a comforting hand on Joe's shoulder before he walks away. Joe closes the door behind him and falls back against the white wood, his head hitting the surface of it.
Joe was never an emotionally weak person. He could hold back anything that came to him and continued to be stoic, no matter the situation. But there were times where he couldn't hold them in. Times like this where his whole facade crumbled away and he was left in a mess on the floor.
Guilt overshadowed his sadness before anger replaced the guilt, his fists balling up by his sides. He swung at the wall and when he pulled his arm from the dry-wall, a gaping hole was left as a reminder of his actions. But it didn't hurt nearly as bad as what his chest felt like. His brain hurt too. He had become immediately exhausted the moment he found out the news.
"She's never coming back," he whimpers. "Never."
Another surge of anger rushed through his veins. He grabbed the flower vase that she had bought to "fancy up" their home and threw it at the tv, both of the objects breaking and falling to the floor. He flipped over the coffee table, the contents on it flying in different directions.
Then he saw it. Lying in its bed of broken glass was a photo of them at his cousin's Christmas party a couple of years back. Her smile was bright despite the horrible lighting in the background. She was looking at him who stared back at her. They look so in-love.
Grabbing the photo from the frame, his fingers poked and stabbed by small fragments of glass, Joe held it close to his chest and cried. He cried harder than he had ever cried before. His sobs were loud and unapologetic and he choked on a few of them. Dark-brown eyes stained red, busted knuckles and bloody fingers, and a broken heart and a lost piece of Joe's soul was the outcome of her loss.
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A/N: This song is kinda based off of Here Comes Goodbye from Rascal Flatts, so maybe listen to it while reading this. I don't know where the idea came from but I just wanted to write something a bit angsty. And I finally got the media to work. I hope y'all enjoy it, let me know what you think. And thanks for reading! Excuse any errors.
