Fragmentation

Her eyes shone with the oncoming of uncontrollable moisture when she
saw the first fragment to fall from that ivory statue she had carved
so painstakingly, so lovingly, that it had filled with life. He had
filled with life as if he had been a never-used candle and she was the
flame.
The chip fell from where, no one could see. Nor could they figure out
which one of them was in more pain.