205: If I'd only had a camera...
She cradles the laptop on her knees, staring down with unseeing eyes at the painting recaptured in pixels across the screen. She can’t believe this is the only image she has of him from the last weeks, the last one she can ever have. She never took a picture of the last time she saw her husband, the last time they spoke. She has nothing to help her remember their last words, nothing to capture the last time he touched her, their last kiss, their last hug. Tears trickle down her cheeks as a finger slides across the line of his glasses, rendered unforgivably shattered, lifeless, in cold lines of paint. She has no pictures of the last meal they had together, the last time they cuddled in front of the TV, the last time he drove one of the kids to school. No pictures of the common, every day things he did. Because she’d thought that there would always be another time, another place, another day. She hadn’t known that it was the last.
Sandra Bennet
Heroes (TV)
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