Short story inspired by the song Fast Car by Tracy Chapman Until I snapped one night... My solid hand came in contact with her cheek that through her back onto the unbreakable floor. Our perfect shining wine glass shattered on the floor... She was a beautiful mess; I was just a mess. We were so different yet so similar, like Pluto and the Sun. Her eyes held so much fire, so much emotions and mine were empty. We were so close yet so far apart. I loved her and hated it. We were meant to heal each other... But I ruined her. -mpAll Rights Reserved