Jane's POV

I began browsing through again. Maybe this was the reason for photo albums. This was the reason people captured memories. Incase it ever went to the dogs and you needed to remind yourself that you had happiness. This was the case for me. A tear rolled down my cheek uncontrollably, dribbling down till it dropped on the album. It was out wedding picture. He had such a huge smile that I never for once imagined he would lose it. I never imagined we would lose that energy, that connection or spark. 

I became so lost in thought that I didn't notice the door open.

"Hi," Matt said from behind, causing me to jump from the sofa from fright. I'd tossed the spoon to a different direction, causing the album to fall off another way as well. I quickly wiped my eyes with one hand, standing up from the sofa.

"Hey." I said.