Seafoam //Completed//

Excerpt

This is an excerpt of my other teen fic story "The Anatomy of a Broken Heart." If you liked "Seafoam," I think you'll really enjoy the themes in TAOABH. Please go check it out if you can! 

All the love,

Irazema

1. Caleb

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 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.

Part One: Shock

When the world shudders and quakes, it breaks itself apart. There isn't refuge from the destruction, but to stand up and begin to put back together what was broken. Just when you think you've managed to fix the home that's been wrecked, the aftershocks come and you have to do it all over again. And still, we rebuild in the same place, never learning, and always hoping that the next time will be different.