Trapped In Heels

She came in, as I collected the broken pieces of glass she threw on the floor other night. She looked stunning asusual in that peachy pink gown, but her silky brown hair were messed, few locks falling on her kajal smudged eyes. I noticed how shattered she was and wished if I could patch her broken heart the way I collected the glass pieces.
She realised I was in the room only when her heels got trapped and she fell down. I expected some ouch! reaction, but her response made me hold my breath. She laughed and laughed her heart out until few tears rolled down on her cheeks.
"Hey megha! Are you ok? What happened dear?" I said.
She started crying like a baby. I had never seen megha like this before. I always admired her. My strong, tough yet gorgeous and elegant sister. My role model. Now broken, shattered and devastated.