[ Yi Sang accepts the empty frame into his hands. It's much larger than the ones arranged on the coffee table. It should fit the pieces of glass well. He turns it over, opening the back and setting it on the floor next to the sheet of paper. Yi Sang clutches the paper carefully on either side, slowly sliding the broken glass into the frame. The larger pieces tumble into it first, then the smaller ones, until the fine pieces of glass dust he'd collected join the rest of the pile.
He glances down at the empty sheet of paper. It may not be a piece of glass, but it feels like it's become a part of the shattered picture frame. Yi Sang sets it on top of the scattered glass before setting the frame's backing on again. It creates a white backdrop, a plain scenery for the glass to enjoy.
Once sealed, Yi Sang gingerly flips the frame over. It is no longer a photo frame; now, it is a glass frame.
He holds it back out to Hong Lu. Here is their first adornment for their shared grave. ]
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He glances down at the empty sheet of paper. It may not be a piece of glass, but it feels like it's become a part of the shattered picture frame. Yi Sang sets it on top of the scattered glass before setting the frame's backing on again. It creates a white backdrop, a plain scenery for the glass to enjoy.
Once sealed, Yi Sang gingerly flips the frame over. It is no longer a photo frame; now, it is a glass frame.
He holds it back out to Hong Lu. Here is their first adornment for their shared grave. ]