He stepped out the door and From behind the door, she put one hand
looked towards the face to the glass and watched him
behind him. burn into the night.
Diamonds filled the sockets She weakly mirrored her own spark of life,
where eyes should have been and who pounded at the cool surface behind
from his smile poured the sun. her eyes.
He waved a see-you-later wave, and from Desperately, the spark tried to grab the
his fingertips trailed a shower of attention of the star gliding away sparks. down the street.
He was alive and music sounded each A pretty face, blanched with panic, and
time a foot struck the concrete. the word “Run!” forming on her lips.
But it was too late, and he was gone. Her hand fell from the glass and her shoulders sagged. Behind her eyes, her spark sputtered and sank to her knees, diminished. She rested a cheek against the inside of the pupil and mourned the oncoming sounds of a broken heart - like the cracks that echo when ice splits across a frozen lake.
She turned out the light.