Rest In Peace

Clary rolled out of bed, moving like a zombie to make herself an egg.

She sat alone at her table, eating the egg that felt tasteless, gazing through her kitchen window at nothing.

Finishing her meal, she moved to their art room, set up an easel and picking up a brush.

She went to dip her brush in paint, but hesitated, her eyes going to the other easel in the room that still held a painting on it.

She took in the half-finished painting of her bright smile that seemed to light up the room she was painted in.

Tears formed in her eyes, blurring her vision.

"Samuel." She sat down on the ground hard, sobbing. "I miss you."

Once her tears had dried, she got up and gently touched her own face on the painting.

The painting that would never be finished.