I sit askew on a rickety chair beside the broken window, the rain falling on the window pane, seeping through the curtains and down the walls. Shards of broken glass scatter all around the floor, glinting like the rays of the sun but a reminder of a raging storm.
My hands lay fidgeting on my lap, not knowing what else to do.
He lays asleep down the couch, weary and tired after all the sharp words he sent flying through the air. His heavy breathing fills the silence that was a remnant of the chaos unleashed earlier.
I stand up from the chair, wobbling as I did. I walk over the shattered pieces of broken glass, blood trailing after me as I did, but there wasn't any pain, just an empty feeling.
I walk across the room, to where she sits on the floor against the damp walls. Her arms are cut open by broken glass, and rivulets of blood ran down her arms. She covers her face with her hands, sobbing. Her hair's a mess, her clothes aren't any better. She looks up at me. The beautiful eyes of the woman I once knew are now lifeless. I can almost hear her heart coming to a slow stop, each beat only a leftover of what was said and done. I reach out my hand to her, but she flinches away.
I limp on the way to my room, where I find the little girl sitting on the bed, her hands still covering her ears, her eyes closed to a shut. Her face is wet with tears, her eyes are red and puffy. She looks at me and shakes her head. I walk over to her and get a hold of her hands. She lets me take them.
I wrap my arms around her and stayed that way until sleep engulfed her.
I stand up and walk towards the bedroom window, broken as well as every other window in this place I once called home.
From a distance, I can see an edifice. A mansion. He stands outside, watching his daughters playing and rolling on the grassy field. His wife stands beside him, drunk in the ecstacy of the life they're living. He reaches for her hand and they dance across the meadow, laughter in their wake.
The view vanishes like it once did. Every time I look through this window, I see what was once my life. I see a home. I see a family. My family.
I close my eyes, trying to accept, once again, that I can never go back to my past. I wonder how big of a miracle it would take to rebuild the foundations of this home.
I try to formulate another vision wherein I am happy again, but it slips from my mind like sand. Piece by piece, I lose myself in this maelstrom of grief and melancholy.
Piece by piece, this hiraeth is killing me.