The bracelet dangled from Clara’s fingers, its silver charm catching the faint light filtering through the blinds. It was the last piece of him she couldn’t let go of.
The room felt suffocatingly quiet. Her easel stood abandoned in the corner, the unfinished painting mocking her. She had started it for him—gold and blue streaks to capture the night sky they’d once shared. Now, it looked like chaos, much like the fragments of her heart.
Her phone buzzed with another message from a friend: “Come out tonight. You need this.”
Clara sighed, tossing the bracelet onto the coffee table. She wasn’t ready to face the world—not when her world had fallen apart.
