It was now exactly Midnight. I stared up at the sky, remembering. Silently, I reached my hand across to where he used to lay beside me. My trembling fingers didn’t find the resistance of his body though. Only damp flowers. A strange, strangled noise escaped my lips. He was gone. And that realisation hurt. And everything had been so perfect. But now it was over.
Suddenly, there was a loud crack, and I jumped ten foot in the air. I ran to the source of the noise, quickly wiping away tears that I hadn’t even realised had been falling. I headed into the bathroom, where the sound of my sister’s cursing was coming from. I noticed it straight away. There was a huge crack in the mirror.
“I don’t know how it happened!” my sister wailed as I stared, dumbstruck, at the broken mirror. “It just did! Help me fix it before mum and dad get back!”
But as we watched, shards of the mirror dropped off ant onto the floor. It was shattered and couldn’t be fixed. Just like my heart.