"Why are you so sad?"
Michael looked me right in the eyes, his were glassy again. I can feel my heart begin to tear everytime his eyes look like that.
"My heart can't feel anymore, too much of it is missing" He looked down. I just wanted to see his face. I wanted him to be okay.
I want to be okay.
"Where did it go?" I asked.
He breathed in deeply, the waves of depression rolling into his lungs and up his throat.
"I have shards of your heart in my hands, and you have shards of mine in yours"
Sincerely yours,
Luke
