You need to be broken to feel how it is to be shattered to pieces; you need to be wounded to know how pain feels like; you need to be loved to know how to love; but you need not to fall to know how it feels to hit the ground.
It was a rainy Sunday evening when I decided to go out and take a walk, as I slipped on my fliplops and wrapped my body in the comfort of a thick winter jacket, I heard a loud, but not so loud, crash on the floor as if something fragile fell from somewhere. I turned my head and saw a familiar picture frame on the ground; as I was approaching it, my heartbeat went fast like it would go out of my chest anytime soon. As I kneeled down, I felt the coldness of the marble floor crawled up on my thighs, going to my heart. Curious as I am, I brushed off the shattered glass causing for me to get little bruises on my fingers, "Fuck", I hissed, not because the bleeding cut was painful, but because I have to clean up fast or else my partner would be very mad. I rushed to the kitchen and picked up the broom, cleaning the mess I made. "I almost forgot to cook breakfast, he's gonna be here anytime soon" I ran back to the kitchen, slipping on my pink apron, got all my ingredients set when my phone rang. "Oh god, this must be him." I panicked, searching for my phone in my pocket. I unlocked it and checked what's the ring all about. "Jed's 5th death anniversary, don't forget." I checked on the clock it says "12:00 am"
I don't understand. I laughed at the thought Jed might be setting a prank on me, like what is this thing for, he texted me he's coming home because it's our anniversary so I have to cook.
I opened my inbox and double checked his text
"Baby, I'm coming home early tonight. Happy anniversary!
I love you!
7:03 am
November 21, 2012"
But it's already 12:00 am, why isn't he home yet? I scrolled up my phone and there's one more text.
"Daughter, your husband got involved in a car accident, he died on the spot. They recovered a huge bouquet and a letter, I assume it's for you. My cops are working on getting him in the hospital"
Huh? I'm confused! What's happening? This isn't funny anymore. Maybe it's just a set up because it's our anniversary, cute. I passed by the corridor and realized I haven't picked up the old frame yet. I arched down and picked it up, as I looked at it, it was a picture of us and it looks like it's been eaten by time; the color is already faded; there are even green parches growing on it.
I don't get it. There's a date at the bottom part of the picture saying "November 20, 2012", I can remember putting this picture in this frame yesterday, why does it look like this already? I pulled out my phone again and checked the date. "November 23, 2017"
I.... I don't get it...
