A picture held a thousand memories. A thousand memories held a thousand tears.
A beautiful smile, forever captured on the paper smiled back at him. Soft eyes
glittered through the thin glass. He lifted a finger to run it over the glass,
tracing the jaw line. Gone now. Gone, gone, utterly gone. And it was his fault.
Kyo suddenly threw the frame with all his force, watching it hit a wall, then
fall onto the hard floor, the glass exploding into tiny fragments. Kyo screamed
and went down on his knees, crawling to the picture frame and picked it up, pulling
the glass out of the frame. One piece caught in his palm, digging into his flesh
until blood began gushing about the alien object within his hand. He blinked and
looked down at his hand, now with a piece of glass embedded in it. Prying the
glass out, he winced, careful to not mar the image with his blood. With his back
to the wall, Kyo held the picture in the now glass-free picture frame to his chest,
pieces of glass strewn about him on the floor. His hand stung. Kyo looked down
at it again. The laceration was deep, about two inches long, and blood was dripping
freely onto his pants. Damn. He probably should see a doctor for that. Carefully
looking back down at the picture, he sighed, tears burning his eyes. *Why did
I ever let you go?*
Author's note: this was a very short chapter for a number of reasons. Hope you
guys understand. ^__~ I need your questions and comments! So email me!