Words written: 1,403
Setting: London, at the apartment.
Perspective: Ryan’s narrative

Favorite line (#wipfavline on twitter):

“I need help packing,” she requested.

My heart sunk. I finished my task and went to the bedroom where I found suitcases opened and her clothes scattered across the bed. It was the visual representation of my broken heart, scattered into pieces.

© 2009 Rochelle Michael