Broken Heart
"What does the heart do, Jack?"
Feeling every breath, Jack gazed blankly at her lecturer and found her mind wondering at those words. All she had to do was change the tone and context and suddenly she could hear his voice instead.
"What does the heart do, Jack?" he'd asked, his gravelly tones dangerously soft.
Jack had sat and shook her head, afraid of what she might hear.
"The heart makes you weak," he'd drawn his shiv from his side and ran his finger across the wicked sharp edge "makes you question."
Jack had stared, hypnotised by the silver mercurial eye shine behind the blade.
"That's not gonna happen to me."
He had stood and left her, whilst she curled up on her knees and sobbed her heart out.
She should have never said she loved him.
"Jack? What does the heart do?" the lecturer enquired again, interrupting her reverie.
"Pumps oxygen around the body" another student answered.
Jack gazed blankly forward, realising now why she couldn't breathe properly.
He'd broken her heart.
