beautifully painful

Author’s P. O. V.

“Yash?” Sherlin called his name as she knocked on the door, as usual, it was open, Yash quickly kept Shayra’s dress aside and wiped his tears; he didn’t bother much because he knew his eyes were red.

They ought to anyways; he had been n tears for the last 2 hours.

Sherlin entered the room and saw him sitting on the bed; not on the floor; she looked around; the room was filled with Shayra’s photos.

She could see all the memories he made with her in 3 years of their marriage. Each one of them was beautiful even if it was full of pain. It was painfully beautiful.

“I needed to talk about something,” she said and took a seat taking care of her black saree.

“Yeah sure, say na,” he said as he opened his eyes; Sherlin could see the reflection of the broken man in him; it has been 3 months since Shayra’s death, and he still sits alone for hours looking at her picture talking to her while he spends the night in her room with his daughter and little kitten they had grown to lov