Another one bites the dust. Hell, I hope he turns into dust for what he's done to me. That should be a rule. People who break hearts must be turned into dust. I'm willing to bet people would think twice before they decided to hold a heart.
If the prospect of turning to dust was hovering over Jeremy, he would've been more careful with my heart. He wouldn't have held it in his hand if he was already holding Zoe's. It would've been too risky. Afterall, holding two hearts in one hand is more dangerous than holding just one. You're more prone to dropping one and breaking it. There's also the risk of dropping and breaking both.
Jeremy dropped both hearts but only broke one. Zoe's heart had only cracked. Jeremy was swift in picking it up, this time holding it in both hands. He kissed it, whispered how much he loved it and sang songs about being sorry to it. He was more careful, never removing either hand, which meant there was no picking up mine. He left mine on the floor, too many scattered pieces. It was too broken to be worth saving.
So I picked up the pieces myself, since he would not. I did a decent job, but because it had been shattered so much, it was impossible to find all the pieces. Some of them had been crushed together so that they looked like dust. Those would have to be swept up in the dust pan and thrown in the trash.
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Posted by Racquel Henry Friday, March 18, 2011 at 11:11 AM