I scrambled from my chair to pick up the shards of my cup. The smell of coffee filled my nostrils and as I picked up a large chunk. I cut my finger. As the blood began to flow, I could feel tears forming in the corners of my eyes. Not the kind that can be discreetly wiped away before anyone notices. No, these were big fat tears that left tracks down my face and splashed onto the floor. Mixing with the coffee and broken cup.
I felt like i was looking at our relationship. Sure the pieces were broken but I was positive that there was some way that they could be fixed and glued back together. But when I looked up at him, still more interested in his jumper. Just as I looked back at the mess I had purposely made, I could feel those sea-blue eyes of his staring straight into my soul. And before I knew it, I could feel the warmth of his body near mine. Again I made to start to pick up the pieces. I felt his hand cover mine and that is when I let the sobs take over me.