Occasion

Shards of glass scattered across the floorboards crackled under a pair of black canvas shoes. 

Helium balloons, unbound, clung to random points of the ceiling.

Wine glasses and tumblers sat in isolation - some filled to the brim with bubbles dancing, while others were half full or empty, with ice melting.

“If only you saw the fortunate love others give you, you fool.”

The door latch clicked, disengaging.

The door swayed, then closed with a dense thud. Footsteps echoed down the flight of stairs, muffled from within the room.