A/N: Sorry this chapter is a bit short *shrugs*


The rest of the day passes pretty smoothly. PJ and Chris help me get to my classes, and I find that we actually have most of our classes together, except for history and English. At the end of the day, we exchange phone numbers and I happily wave goodbye to them as I step into my dad's car.

"How was your day, Dan?" Mom asks.

"Good," I reply, smiling as I realize that I didn't feel too lonely after all. "I met two new friends."

"That's nice, Dan," she says. "How were their hearts?"

"One of them had four cracks, the other had six. But that's not that bad. There's this boy with a completely shattered heart. It's horrible." I turn back to the window, remembering my plan. I can only hope it works. I barely even register the fact that we are home, that I did my homework, that I have to go to bed to get ready for tomorrow until I'm lying in bed, reviewing my plan again. It's a simple one, but I know I'll have to keep myself thinking positively as I carry it out. I don't want to go back on my mission-besides, Chris and PJ look too happy to get fixed. They look a lot happier than Ethan, even though they've got more cracks. I'm starting to wonder if the number of cracks you have doesn't necessarily determine your personality, just maybe how your life turned out. If so, I hope I can at least make Phil happier, even if I don't fix his heart.

I can't even begin to fathom how many things happened to Phil to hurt him like that. I can't imagine that it was just losing his friends and family. Was he hurt even before that? What did his heart look like? And was it shattered immediately, or piece by piece? I can't know how to fix something if I don't know how it was broken.

That's the thing about having a pure heart: You never know what it feels like to be hurt.