Shattered - Jezebel

I stared at the broken window pane, which lay in glittery fragments on the floor. The glass painting on it, which used to light up the bedroom with colours when the sun shown through it, was destroyed. Next to it lay the picture frame which I had thrown at it. I slowly go and pick it up. The picture stares up at me accusingly.
It was of me, and my sister. My sister. Who was no longer here with me anymore. Who left me. Alone.
I was shattered, as was the window, and I couldn't just tape us up.

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