[ Short. ]

5 0 0
                                        

My heart was all I could give you.

It wasnt much, but it was something.

You handled it carefully, kept it warm - Up until the day you fumbled and let it drop.

I watched as it split with cracks, bound to break at any given moment.

You then stopped caring - You let it grow cold.

You let it shatter.

[ Spill ]Where stories live. Discover now