"Who do you think you are, running round leaving scars, collecting your jar of hearts" from "Jar of Hearts" by Christina Perri
2008
"Do you wanna go watch a movie or something? We haven't done anything like that for a while now,"
"I don't feel like it."
"Okay, fair enough, another time then yeah?"
"Look...we need to talk,"
HEART SKIPS A BEAT.
"What about?"
"I, um, I think we should break up,"
CRACK.
"...What?"
"I just don't feel the same way anymore,"
RIP.
"What do you mean? I thought things were okay between us?!"
"I've met someone else."
SHATTER.
***
1971
"What the hell is going on?! Why do I have my friends and even total strangers stopping me in the streets, telling me all these stories that you've been seeing another woman?! Come on! Explain yourself!"
"I slept with **** after we had that argument the other night,"
RIP.
"So...so then...the rumours are true?!"
SINK.
"I can't take it anymore with your constant nagging ALL the time!"
"The only reason I nag at you is because you don't treat me like I'm your girlfriend anymore!"
"I do everything for you! Is what I do not good enough for you then?!"
"I hardly see you anymore,"
"That's 'cause you're studying and I'm trying my best to get a job so I can actually do things for you, but you're never happy! I do everything I can to keep you happy and now I've had enough,"
Silence.
"I'm breaking up with you."
CRUMBLE.
***
1789
"I'm sorry, but I've found someone new."
HEART CRACKS.
1880
"This isn't working anymore."
HEART RIPS.
2001
"I think we should take a break. See other people."
HEART SHATTERS.
2012
"I'm sorry...but I've cheated on you."
HEART STOPS.
***
It's the same old thing. Time and time again. Everyday, everywhere, there is always that small echoic sound of a heart breaking into millions of pieces.
It puzzles me.
Why do we put ourselves through that? Why do we allow our hearts to be handled with by another, and trust that they will protect it for the rest of their life? Why, do we go through the pain and suffering of our hearts?
It's a wonder that we still have a heart.
Well, I'm lucky in a way. I have a collection of hearts that I keep in the basement. My hearts. Each one symbolises a broken relationship in my past; they're preserved memories, reminders, of the good times, the bad times, the feeling of what it was like to love, and the heartbreak.
My jars are the only things that have kept me going in my life. After each relationship, I take out the broken heart out of my chest, place it in a jar of liquid, and take out a new heart.
Sometimes I go back to them when I'm feeling nostalgic. I search through the memories and feelings, trying to figure out where it all went wrong, and if there is any way of rekindling that relationship.
No such luck.
You probably think I'm weak and silly doing this, don't you Reader? Well, when you have been through the amount of heartbreaks I've had over my three hundred years of living, you'll understand.
***
1707
FIRST HEARTBREAK.
"I'm so very sorry my dear, but to be able to be with the woman I truly love, you have to be out of the picture. I cannot file for divorce. The only option is to kill you. I'm sorry, my love. Forgive me."
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Lyrical Short Stories: Volume I
NouvellesCollection of short stories inspired by selected lyrics from a variety of songs. Picture for the cover was found online and edited using PicsArt.
