pff..
A little girl walked through the forest.
She had always been a happy child in the past. She would play in the field with her heart on her sleeve and pick flowers until the sun set. Her eyes sparkled like nothing you'd ever seen in the past but then he left. Everything was fine at first. She didn't understand why her heart didn't want to play anymore. Recently her heart had become heavy and then began to crack against the weight of her rib cage but never had she experienced such a feeling of emptiness. She thought it strange but did her best to ignore. Then the cracks became holes and the holes became homes for empty little creatures. She let them in of course and let them live in the holes of her heart but soon the creatures devoured it completely until there was nothing left. What ever will she do?
She walked. She walked through the forest and looked for him every day. She looked until her eyes could not look anymore. Then she began to call out his name. She called until her voice could hardly make a sound. Then she walked. She walked until her little toes became purple and blue and her little voice became only a memory. Then her eyes were eaten by worms and the sockets of the once sparkling pair became nothing but a home for the empty creatures. Eventually she was nothing.
"All this," her mother said "because of a broken heart..."
She had always been a happy child in the past. She would play in the field with her heart on her sleeve and pick flowers until the sun set. Her eyes sparkled like nothing you'd ever seen in the past but then he left. Everything was fine at first. She didn't understand why her heart didn't want to play anymore. Recently her heart had become heavy and then began to crack against the weight of her rib cage but never had she experienced such a feeling of emptiness. She thought it strange but did her best to ignore. Then the cracks became holes and the holes became homes for empty little creatures. She let them in of course and let them live in the holes of her heart but soon the creatures devoured it completely until there was nothing left. What ever will she do?
She walked. She walked through the forest and looked for him every day. She looked until her eyes could not look anymore. Then she began to call out his name. She called until her voice could hardly make a sound. Then she walked. She walked until her little toes became purple and blue and her little voice became only a memory. Then her eyes were eaten by worms and the sockets of the once sparkling pair became nothing but a home for the empty creatures. Eventually she was nothing.
"All this," her mother said "because of a broken heart..."