Broken.
'Ow.'
It shattered, leaving millions of sharp, little pieces behind to fall to the floor in slow motion. They sliced at his flesh, drawing blood and a wince at the same time.
'How could it hurt so badly?'
Just one push; that was all it took. But when he thought about it, it had been hundreds and thousands of pushes before to lead up to that push; that push that sent the most valuable thing in his world spiraling to the cold, hard, unforgiving ground.
He stood staring at it, shaking in pain and anger.
'How could they do this to me? Didn't they see how much it meant…?'
It was useless now; beyond repair. He felt so hopeless looking at it, but still he had to try…. Gather the pieces, find some glue; slice your fingers on the sharp edges and hiss as it brings you pain.
It hardly resembles what it used to anymore. It's hard from the glue, but so much more fragile.
He wouldn't let anyone touch it. He wouldn't let anyone near it anymore. He couldn't risk that they would try again, or that some thoughtless, seemingly-innocent move could brush it from its precarious perch.
He placed it on a pedestal and sealed it behind a glass. He turned the key that only he would have access to, locking it behind closed doors.
He would never allow anyone close to his broken heart again.