"Hmm, you want to see something broken you say?" She laughs a bit nervously, messing with her long hair.
"Do you perhaps have an X-Ray? The most fragile parts of me are my brain and heart. One can't function without the other you know. Maybe that's why when you get hurt, you have that cold sinking feeling that forms in your heart, while your bain pounds in pain, and displays thoughts of what could of been." She glances up, her brown eyes peering into your own.
"Do me a favor, don't tie who and what you love for granted, you might wake up tomorrow and find them gone. Do you really want a mean word from your tongue to have been the last thing you may have spoken to them? Or a sharp action from a physical hit to be? You don't, you really don't. You have no idea what they left thinkimg, but it was probably how they could of been better, or that they weren't good enough. Always say I love you as your last words when speaking to someone important to you, that way if something happens, their last thoughts involving you won't be doubt of what they could of been for you." She says with a weak laugh, a bitter one, her brown eyes filling with salty tears.
