I didn't even knock, I knew he'd never let me in. His cheeks were stained with tears, and his breath radiated gin.
My eyes took in his presence, then I scanned the room some more. And that's when I saw it, his heart broken on the floor.
Too ****** to pick up the pieces, he was past the point of caring. He'd done this to himself, being a witness was overbearing.
I needed to help him, with the bad hand he'd been unjustly dealt. Because this mess of a boy, made me feel love I've never felt.
I sewed up his ruined heart, with locks from my own head. Rather than return it, I kept the once maimed ***** instead.
I looked up and met his gaze, he was noticeably confused. So as a hint I grabbed the knife, to show him what I planned to do.
I couldn't bear to see him this way, so grief stricken and alone. That's why I cut open my chest, and replaced his heart with my own.