Picking up broken pieces

Prolog

I was walking through the park one day; I remember it was really bright and sunny. Then I noticed some red pieces of glass, so fragile, it just broke while I tried to examine it. I picked it all up wondering where it came from. I see some more in the distance, as I walk towards them I notice a trail leading towards the tree line of the park. Out of curiosity, I follow the trail. Picking pieces along the way I try to put them back together like a puzzle, so many different pieces. I start thinking, "maybe this some part of a super hard puzzle," then I finally managed to connect two pieces, and to my amazement, they fuzzed together, I can still see the line where they were separated; slowly I start putting it all together.

I became so enveloped in trying to put these pieces together; I stopped after I found a little pile. I didn't have any clue how much time has passed and I honestly didn't care, I had no clue why I wanted to put all the pieces together. After a while, I finally put all the pieces I had together, it was some weird rounded corner. I start to look for the trail again. I was so distracted that I had forgotten which way I came, I couldn't find any more glass; I had gotten so frustrated, that I had thrown my arms out of anger, but the corner that I had slipped out of my hands, it had broken again. All that hard work gone, I fell to my knees and began to cry; hours of work gone! I didn't know what to do, should I give up, try to put them back, just keep collecting, I was so confused on my feelings.

After a moment or two I try to put glass back together again, it was much easier this time since I had already done it once, but I had noticed that some pieces where completely gone, no matter how hard I looked they were nowhere to found. When I was finished, I began to look for the glass trail. It didn't take long once I found my way back to where I was before I stopped to put together what I had.

I had finally found more; I was so happy, I would gather a few pieces then put them together. It was hard, there were times I would be happy doing all of it, but there were also times I would get mad because I couldn't get pieces to fit, I would feel like crying when parts would just fall off for no reason, or I just couldn't get them to fit when they should.

It was so hard and complicated, I honestly didn't know what to do, but for some reason or another, my heart kept telling me to keep going. That's all I was listening to, my heart. It was the only thing I was listening to, I didn't listen to logic or reason, just my heart, it was the only that I could hear, it was the only thing that felt right.

As time went by, I had finally found enough pieces to figure out what the glass pieces made. It was a heart; I stood there even more confused than before. "Why would someone leave a trail out of broken pieces of a broken heart, what are they made of, how are they fusing back together? So many questions, not a single clue what to do. I just wanted to give, I was sick of doing this, I honestly had no clue why I was doing it. That's when I stopped, I sat down on a rock nearby; I started to listen to my heart again, not just listen this time, this time I needed to look in my heart and see what I needed to do. I looked for so long and so hard, I was so foggy and confusing, I couldn't make heads or tails of it. That's when I saw it, another piece, larger than the others shining me in the eyes from the sun. I took it as a sign, a sign that I need to keep going, that there is a reason for all of this.

After a few more hours is when I saw it, the end of the trail. It ended with two large rocks against a small cliff. I looked around and didn't see any more glass, so I started to put them together to finish the heart. Even after I had fused every piece I had, it still wasn't complete. I knew would be missing some from when I dropped it, but this is missing so much more than that. I thought, "Maybe someone took some or if they broke to a point beyond fixing." Again confused, not knowing what to do with this unfinished heart, no one to ask for help, no clues to what was going on, never before had I been this confused.

As I sat there waiting for anything, I heard a woman crying. It was faint, barely noticeable. I search for her, to see if she was ok or needed help. Didn't take long to find her, she was along the cliff not far from me. She was against a tree, her head tucked in her arms. I said, "Hello, miss? Are you ok, do you need help?" she looked up at me in fear. "What do you want," she said in anger, as she stood up; she lifted her arms up like she was ready to fight, I could tell she was a natural fighter. As I stared at her, I was completely petrified, she was so beautiful, I couldn't move. Never before had I seen such a beautiful woman, the way her soft blonde hair was glowing as the sun shined on her, her fair olive skin looked like perfectly carved jade, her brown eyes pierced my very heart, yet I could not see what was beyond those angelic eyes, like she had built a wall so no one could see what was on the other side.

"Well," she shouted, as stared in awe. "Nothing, I just heard you crying, so I came to see if you where ok," I said walking towards her. "I wasn't crying, so you heard someone els," she claims. I could see she was very defenceive, she started to lower her arms as she said, "thank you for checking on me though." That's when I saw it, there was a hole in her chest with a piece of the heart in my hand, I asked if it was hers. She was astonished to see it, she asked how I found it, after I explained to her what ive been to doing she said she had never seen that much of her heart completed. After talking she said how so many people in her life would break it, she would try to fix it but couldn't. I tried to put it back but she was hesitant, never before has anyone tried to fix her, now me, this stranger, is trying.

It wouldn't fit, to many pieces were missing to hold the heart in place, I would just fall out. The woman cried, sad that she would never feel her heart inside her again. I tried to convince her to look for the other pieces with me, but she wouldn't move. I was so sad for this woman, again im left confused wishing for help. Just then I heard it again, my heart speaking to me, telling me what to do, so again I listened and did what my heart said was right.

I lifted my shirt to remove it, the woman was confused and worried at first. Then I reached into my chest and took out my own heart, I held it there as it kept beating, "why is it orange," she asked; "because the heart reflects your true self, and my true self is a very loving and caring person." With a confused look she asked, "then why orange, isnt red the color of love?" "Red is the color of passion, that's why anger is also seen as red, but orange is a mix of passion, red, and happiness, which is yellow," I answered. Still confused why I pulled my heart out, I broke a piece off and added it to hers, "WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT," she yelled, "because its what my heart is telling me to do, so you can have yours again and so you can feel love in your life," I replied. Piece by piece I broke my heart to fix hers, trying again and again to make it work.

Finally, I had added enough of my heart to fix hers. I reached to her to place her heart back into her chest. She stopped my hand, "why would you do this for a stranger I don't understand no matter how much I think about it," she said as she cried. I explain again my struggles of finding a fixing her heart, also that I had be attached to it, and when she told me her story I felt a connection, I explained everything I could to make her understand. Then I told her "but most importantly, my told me to do it, because I love you," as I kissed her and placed her heart back where it belonged.