The sound of her broken heart is all that we could hear. It weeps it's delicate tones into the distance only to echo back as an ominous whisper. Is there nothing i can do? I search for something to hold on to something that will help pull her out of the darkness. Alas, i find nothing. If her heart were a machine I could repair it with a turn of the wrench. If it were a cloth I could sew it up, good as new. But her heart is a heart. Once it is broken, it is near impossible to repair. but try i will for then her heart will stop weeping and it will sing as an angel ringing a beautiful melody throughout time and space