10 March 2013
(Edited)
She grabbed the album, feeling the dead weight in her chest as she cradled it. It had been so long since she had added photos let alone looked back.
Opening the album, she took the photos out. One by one, she tore up the pictures, memorising each photo before destroying its existence. As if she could erase his memory.
She made a pile of happy faces, in exotic places, wondering who these people were and what she had ever had in common with them. The beauty of their love had grown with every click of the camera.
She smiled as she grabbed the last photo, it has been taken right at the beginning. The perfect photo, a moment where two strangers had become lovers. Arms entwined, eyes shinning with joy and grins as if nothing could ruin that moment.
She grabbed her lighter and set fire to the photo, watching their smiles disappear as the photo crinkled and turned to ash. Dropping it on top of the pile of former memories, she felt herself smile for the first time in a long while.
Photographs • Opuss № I