Our bond..

The sky was somewhat irongrey and the window was stained by the rain that darted down.
George Is sitting on his bed... the date is may 2nd, 1999
in front of him is a mirror.. or rather the frame of a mirror.. the actuall mirror is broken and the pieces is spred across the floor.
George's rigth hand is somewhat bloodstained. He stand up and walks towards the piecs of mirror and the tears that kept haunting him comes back. He's alone......
The bond is broken. But somehow it feels like it's not....


this is my tribute, to "tribute to the fallen" contest that's held by