Julie looked at the shattered pieces of crystal in her hand. It once had been a bird; wings spread soaring the heavens. Now it lay in jagged shards, like the remnants of their love, too beautiful and fragile a thing to survive the impacts of life. Her fingers closed tightly around the pieces, as if trying to weld it together, but they merely cut into her hands.
It had been a wedding gift, on a day of sunshine and light, of soaring updrafts and smiles. Now black clouds loomed ever closer. Wings that had lifted her heart were crushed never to find the sun.
How had it ended? The forces of earth exerted pressures the fragile thing had been unable to bare. It had no flexibility, she understood that now. Unable to bend, to forgive his flirtation, she had exploded in a torrent of unforgivable words that shattered the beauty of their love.
It was just crystal, not a diamond she realized, diamonds do not shatter, but diamonds are formed, in the depths and pressures of the earth, they don’t just happen.
A sound at the door startled her from her revelry, a key turning for the last time. He was here to get his things. She brushed her eyes – too late.
“What’s wrong?” the voice was tinged with concern.
“The bird it broke… like us…” She unfolded fingers revealing shattered remains.
“It doesn’t need to be this way. It was your choice, not mine.” There was an edge of bitterness, sharp as the shards. “I told you, it was nothing, just a stupid mistake. I still love you. Life is messy sometimes…”
She looked down at the shards, though broken they still reflected light, perhaps more so. It could never be as before, but perhaps all was not lost, though the illusion of perfection was shattered forever, looking at the pool of fractured rainbows in her hand she searched his eyes glimpsing a faint glimmer of hope.
Pouring the shards into a wine glass she placed them on the shelf where the bird had been. They would remind her.