After a few knocks my heart began to crack. As more people mishandled my glass heart, one crack led to another and another until it shattered under pressure.
It was down to all the little things that no one thought mattered. But they did.
He no longer felt the water surrounding him.
He didn't register his own heartbeat.
He didn't really feel as if he was anywhere at all.
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One act and the aftermath it leaves behind when everyone wishes they hadn't hoped to see something more exciting...