Logan and I have been stuck in this basement for three days with no food. I think I am going to die.
Plus, Logan hasn't spoken a word to me.
"Logan," I say, breaking the silence, "why are they after me?"
"You don't know?" He questions me. I shake my head.
"It's because you have a glass heart," he explains, "it's not really a glass heart. It's just a metaphor. But if someone takes it out, and they smash it; it shatters like glass. That's why it's called a glass. It's very rare. And if you do have a glass heart, you can do very special things. And you are a very special girl, Sage."
My cheeks flush red.
"How do you know someone has a glass heart?" I ask.
"They have silver eyes." Logan gestures to my eyes. I look away.
I am about to ask him more, when the door creaks open.
YOU ARE READING
To Break My Heart
Short StoryI don't want to spoil anything, and I know I will. So just read it. ;)
