Broken

The was shinning brightly through his office window, he opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was the photo of his beloved wife smiling at him. He eyes stung and tears threatened to flow down his cheek. He blinked the tears away and layed back down on the couch.

He stared at the ceiling with red eyes as he recalled those few mornings when she woke up in his arms. And how perfect those moments were, he had kept that bracelet in his hand that he given to her. He took it off and kept it in his pocket, he needed to leave.

His heart was in so much pain thinking about how he was going to have to wake up everyday from now on witnout there next to him. He always wake up alone from now onwards until the day that he dies. He remembers those days very clearly when she would wake up in his arms in the morning. How perfectly she fitted in to his arms.