SHATTERED

SEBASTIAN

I was gazing in shock at the regretful casket that consumed her away too early and had been brightened up by her beauty, even in death. It was crazy how things could turn upside down in a second. I saw the one I loved every single day and suddenly she was gone, and a part of me left too. That was exactly how I felt right now. I didn’t even know if she was going to Heaven, or a place where she might feel safe and with no pain.

My despair was huge and I just couldn’t shed one tear. I looked around at the few friends who came; they all had tear-stained faces, but not me. Their eyes were swollen with soaked grief, but not mine. Only my shoulders were slumped under the weight of death’s hand.

We placed her in our home, her home. The very space she once felt rescued, lost, found, and loved all at the same time. But also this house killed her in the most horrific way possible.

I froze facing her casket, and I had my gaze locked on her white porcelain face. I reached her cheek, slig