Heartbreak

How does it feel to be in love? When you're only so young and you have oceans of life stretched up ahead of you, but all you think about is your love. Every second of the day, you can't eat properly, you can't sleep, you can't help but smile and warm up, having butterflies leap in your stomach whenever you think about him.1

Your head is always up in the clouds. You can't think straight. But it's not your fault you got 25% in the test, you tell your parents. He just happened to be on your mind at the time.2

But then you went to school one day. And after seeing him standing under a tree cooling off with the breeze, you stop dead in your tracks whilst running. And you see... another girl.3

However you end up simply sighing with relieve as he walks away towards you. And that wonderful, giddy feeling returns. You run to him, arms outstretched and he lifts you, pecking your nose with his lips. He takes out his bag and hands you a flower, and as you look deep into his eyes, you notice something different. He doesn't look so lovestruck. Simply bored and tired.4

"What's wrong?" you ask him.5

He pats your shoulder. The butterflies droop down and your heart skips a beat, and you suddenly feel sick. But he laughs, that sweet melodic sound of flutes and birds singing rings in your ears and you melt into his arms. To make sure, you look back up to his eyes, but they seem colder.6

But the girl troops down, takes his hand playfully - at first he is neglectful and you laugh nervously, but then as she turns to sulk, he grabs her hip. And smiles.7

And slowly, tension, anger and jealously builds up. You see him taking a step towards her, and then bend down for a slow, passionate kiss. And the world just seems to drift away out of your reach, like a piece of driftwood at sea. You don't scream. You don't get angry. You simply feel like your heart is burning, your stomach cramping, a cold lump in your throat suffocating you almost as if it is cancer.8

Tears come. Sour, salty tears of confusion, anger and surprisingly, guilt.9

He breaks up, and as he turns to look at you, he nods at the roses. You raise them to your eyes, and only then do you notice the small piece of paper hidden between the comfort of the petals.10

Inside it reads,11

"It's over. I don't love you anymore."12

"Why..." you whisper, just a small speckle of wind. And slowly it builds up and the more you try to hold it in, the more you burn. The more you can't breathe. The rip the paper out and crumple it up, and step angrily on it.13

And you scream out, "Why! Why me? Why now? Why on my birthday, when everything is supposed to be perfect? Why!"14

And time stops. You collapse, the roses he gave prickling your fingers with blood. And your last glimpse is your love walking away with her, barely noticing you're there. And the fire burns up all your oxygen. You can't breathe. So you slowly reach for the your leg, taking out your pencil case and the school scissors.15

The cramp tightens as he turns around and sees you. Your hand is holding the scissors directly at your stomach, and he screams. He screams an apology as he realises what he's done.16

But by then your strength is burned out. You choke. And you lunge the blades towards you as you watch him get pulled forcefully away by his new lover.17

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Everything goes black, and your pain has left nothing but a black hole in your heart.