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Outside the snow falls softly to the ground, hitting the window as silent as air itself. Inside the tiny apartment, occupancy for one, someone lies sleeping in a warm bed. Peacefully, silently, she sleeps the night away, not knowing that tomorrow she'll look out to see everything covered in the white rain. It's the first snow.

Inside the apartment, everything is still. She cleaned up the kitchen, leaving a towel crumpled up on the counter. White, like the snow. The rest of the place is cluttered, but not unduly. On the whole, it looks like a place where a person lives and works and could be happy. It's not bare or dirty. It's quiet, peaceful, and homey.

She wakes up in the morning and looks around. It snowed last night.

"Great," she mutters. Another rotten day to walk in.

She goes out to the kitchen and looks around. Same way I left it, she thinks. Why do I stay here?

She gets the mail from the floor. There's a letter there for someone else. She throws it in the bin. Doesn't live here anymore, she thinks angrily. She slams the door behind her as she leaves, the rooms echoing with her forcefulness.

There's a picture hidden under the towel on the counter, glass shattered in the frame. Two people, not one, in the photograph. Two people, wearing rings. Two lives, shattered more than the glass which covers them.