I’m breathing so violently, as if I’m about to stop any second now. That’s when I hear it—the sound of something breaking in my chest. At first, it’s quiet, almost unnoticeable, but it gets louder and louder until it’s the only thing I hear. Ah. This must be what it means to have a broken heart. The most daunting part is, I don’t think this feeling will ever go away.
