The tears blur their smiling faces; I cry and scream at the blank walls, trying to ease the throbbing pain. I stare at her flowing black hair, those laughing green eyes, mocking me,

He’s mine, he’s mine.

I scream at her taunting face and rip the picture with shaking hands. A deep satisfaction fills me as I rip her smiling face into a million pieces. I stare at him, the man I love, his brown hair falls into his soft hazel eyes, his mouth shaped in that beautiful lopsided smile. I moan, tears streaming uncontrollable from my eyes.

            “Why did you do it Tobey? Why did you do it?” I whisper, as I cradle the photo in my hands. Albums of our life lie around me in a mess of photos. I clutch one of his shirts to my chest. Inhaling his scent and wrapping my body in its warm fabric, imagining his arms around me. I pluck the photos one by one from their perches. I shriek and scream as I rip her face from beside his. Soon the floor is littered with small pieces of my life, of his and hers. I take their wedding photo, I stare endlessly at her long white dress, arm in arm with my Tobey. This should be me. It should have been me up there! I take my lighter and tilt the photo to the flame. I watch in tears as her face slowly burns, as the flames slowly lick away his smile. The photo drop to the floor, lighting the other pictures on fire in a quick succession. I watch as the fire fills the apartment, watch as it surrounds me and eats away at everything I have ever know. I smile as the flames begin to lick up my legs. I snatch the gun from the raging fire, the barrel burning my hand. I bring it to my temple and smile to myself as I pull the trigger. Everything seems to play out in slow motion; I feel the bullet slide through the gun and slice through my skin. I feel the cold metal in my body, the chilled rush of death whisper through me. My heart stops and finally my toiling mind is silenced.