How many times can a heart break before you have to replace it? It should come with a warning: FRAGILE. HANDLE WITH CARE. RISK OF SERIOUS INJURY OR DEATH. I picture God in His build-a-baby workshop, laughing as He places the most brittle heart in my chest. Still, I pray to Him-I look for the warranty but I guess I've misplaced it-and ask Him for a new one. Empty and new. The one I have now is useless, shattered and irreparable. When the heart breaks it doesn't break neatly in two, down the middle like in those goofy cartoons I used to watch on Saturday mornings, when Mom was out at the country club with her friends and Dad was sleeping in after a business trip, and Nanny would let me sit on her lap as she chatted away on our house phone until I got hungry and forced her to hang up and make me a snack. Back then, I didn't know what a heart was. I could feel something pumping in my chest, could feel it squeeze tight whenever I got scared or sad, but I never knew what it was for. Never knew it was what kept me alive, or what would eventually kill me. No, the heart doesn't break in two neat halves. It breaks in seven jagged pieces, all serving a rather cruel purpose.
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The Anatomy of a Broken Heart //Completed//
Teen FictionHe stood for everything she was against and he wouldn't be caught dead befriending someone like her, but when the worst happens and they find themselves in a similar situation, only then will they realize they need each other to discover the anatomy...
