She was staring at the ceiling. Wondering how many billions of hearts have been broken on this planet.
Broken. Breaking. About to be shattered.
It all seemed too horrible to be reality.
Divorce. Break-ups. Death. The "I-Don't-Love-You-Anymore"s.
Is there a way not to destroy someone's heart when you need to leave?
Love is pointing guns at each other and praying neither pulls the trigger.
And that just doesn't seem to be the way to live.
She pondered all these things as she stuck her gun in a drawer and walked away.
