She sat down on the hardwood floor with her head in her hands. Silently, she sobbed til her hands were clammy and wet, and her face was as red as the stains on the carpet. They looked even darker then they should have. The stains. She remembered buying that carpet with him back before they split up. A merchant called out to them as they walked through the streets and back corner alleyways of wherever they decided to vacation that year, she couldn't quite recall the place. They traveled so much it was hard to keep track. But she does remember the sweet man who sold it to them. A dark man with soft, light blue eyes whose textured face told a vivid story of hard work and struggle. He was friendly and inviting, but seemed lost in a haze and deep in his own mind. His wide brim hat kept the hars