Heartbreak

Dripping red splatters the colorful tapestry, staining the pigments a deep brown. Every now and then, there's a spurt, and the picture becomes ever more soaked. Weeping is faintly heard behind a closed door. Murmured voices, a gasp of shock, another splash; the tapestry is now gleaming faintly, a slick rid mass. Individual stitches blur. A running stream begins to form, washing over the woven cloth. The weeping is louder, the voices more and more strained. Now they are shouting, angrily throwing harsh words. The tapestry is beginning to dissolve, the fibers eaten away. Slowly it pulls apart, allowing more and more red through to stain the wall behind. 

"Then leave." The first clear words. The tapestry splits in two. 

"Fine." Footsteps. A door creaking open then slamming back. With a slosh, the tapestry breaks apart into a mass of fibers, its bright hope extinguished. Heartwrenched sobbing, and the remains slowly slide away in a river of red, washing away the last vestiges of the broken heart.