She Killed My Heart
I had often thought my heart as ice and incapable of love. I am not usually proven wrong; however, this time I was in the worst possible way. I lived for so many years without love or initiated social contact, and now that I have tasted it, my heart broke when I realized the truth: my little blonde Christine could never live in the shadows as I do. A creature of the light, her happiness is what matters—her heart belongs to another, and I have let her go, even though it has broken my will to live and my heart.