The vase dropped off the shelf in an instant and rushed these one and a half meters to the floor, not leaving a single hope that it could go back to its place in one piece.
The shards were scattered across the floor at once, taking over almost the whole space. Even the smallest slits couldn’t escape them. It seemed that they’d split up into perfectly sized pieces selected specifically for each corner.
They only couldn’t reach the spots where the feet of the two touched the floor. The sound of the vase breaking worked just on time like a cold shower. They froze and the shouts parted like clouds. A thin beam of light came out, a hope of reconcilement.
She liked feeling his gaze on her. She ...