Someone must have broken it. Why else would the cheeks that were once called flawless be stained with tears and covered by trembling hands trying to wipe them away? Why would the smile once worn be replaced with a quivering frown? Many questions were at play, but one thing was for sure, she didn’t deserve it. Not the tears, or the pain, nothing. Someone had broken it. Her heart.
Liz. Liz Parker. Normally the calmest, sweetest girl you’d ever meet. Long California-hair, Pacific eyes, and a personality even warmer than the California weather she lived in. Good grades, good smile, good heart, overall good life. Had it all, the friends, the popularity, the brains, the looks, and the boyfriend. The boyfriend. The troublemaker, the feeling-faker, and the one that made her run. She ran. She ran because that someone was him, and he broke it. Her Heart…
It started out as a quiet walk in the park, the sun shining, birds chirping, just like in the movies. She thought it was the most perfect day. Her trademark smile was plastered across her face as she ran up to greet him. His eyes were dark, and expression was sullen. Before she reached to take his hand, he stepped away, lowering his head. Her heart stopped. What had she done wrong?
“Hey, is everything ok?” she whispered softly. By his expression, she already felt the tears coming, and the dryness in her throat.
“We’re over. We were before this even started. Don’t bother calling anymore, I’ve deleted your number already,” he emotionlessly answered, and walked away leaving her with the world crashing before her eyes. Is this how it was supposed to end? After eleven months, the flowers, the cards, it was over. It hit her, it was over. She collapsed onto a bench near her and let the tears pour out. She unleashed the storm inside her. “Thinking if people were rain, he was a drizzle, and she was a hurricane,” as said in her favorite book. But she was strong. She knew she had to put herself together, so she stood up, wiped her tears, and ran. She ran till she couldn’t remember his name. Till all she had of him was faint smell of his cologne on her sweatshirt. She ran till it was glued back together. No longer broken. Her heart.
Liz. Liz Parker. Normally the calmest, sweetest girl you’d ever meet. Long California-hair, Pacific eyes, and a personality even warmer than the California weather she lived in. Good grades, good smile, good heart, overall good life. Had it all, the friends, the popularity, the brains, the looks, and the boyfriend. The boyfriend. The troublemaker, the feeling-faker, and the one that made her run. She ran. She ran because that someone was him, and he broke it. Her Heart…
It started out as a quiet walk in the park, the sun shining, birds chirping, just like in the movies. She thought it was the most perfect day. Her trademark smile was plastered across her face as she ran up to greet him. His eyes were dark, and expression was sullen. Before she reached to take his hand, he stepped away, lowering his head. Her heart stopped. What had she done wrong?
“Hey, is everything ok?” she whispered softly. By his expression, she already felt the tears coming, and the dryness in her throat.
“We’re over. We were before this even started. Don’t bother calling anymore, I’ve deleted your number already,” he emotionlessly answered, and walked away leaving her with the world crashing before her eyes. Is this how it was supposed to end? After eleven months, the flowers, the cards, it was over. It hit her, it was over. She collapsed onto a bench near her and let the tears pour out. She unleashed the storm inside her. “Thinking if people were rain, he was a drizzle, and she was a hurricane,” as said in her favorite book. But she was strong. She knew she had to put herself together, so she stood up, wiped her tears, and ran. She ran till she couldn’t remember his name. Till all she had of him was faint smell of his cologne on her sweatshirt. She ran till it was glued back together. No longer broken. Her heart.