Broken pieces

I gave him all I had.

Without any hesitation.

Like a little child excited to share her most prized possession.


Here, take it. I want you to have it.

I handed him all I had, broken pieces and all.

Be careful, it’s fragile. It’s been broken one too many times, but there’s still life left in it.

He tried to be gentle.

Tried to handle it with care.

But it wasn’t in his nature.



He just didn’t know what to do with it.

With frustration he gave up.


Here, I don’t want it anymore. It’s not for me.

She holds in her hand, what pieces were left, with tears and sadness in her eyes.


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