But Jason just glanced at it and said, "It's not important. Just throw it away."
The photo frame contained pictures of Jason and me from our teens to our twenties.
On the day we started dating, Jason said, "These photos capture our journey from our youth to now, when we are in love. We'll add to them every year."
"When we're old, we can sit in rocking chairs, flip through them, and reminisce about the past."
But tonight, he told Ebby that these photos weren't important at all.
The relationship between Jason and me was like that broken photo frame. Deep cracks now blocked all the beauty that once existed.
Ebby said, "Oh? There are so many photos in there. It would be a shame to lose them."
But she kept walking, carrying the photo frame out the door.
"No!" I shouted desperately, floating forward to block her.
But Ebby passed right through me and threw the photo frame into the trash can without a second thought.
With a loud bang, my heart shattered.
That night, I watched Ebby get drunk with Jason and heard him say he didn't want to face me anymore.
But now, I didn't even have the chance to explain.
I know he had always blamed me for Freya's death.