Broken

It fell. Silently. It plunged in silence. It wasn’t screaming, not this time round, it bled silently, numb, used. The void didn’t end, it was sucked in, whipped past emotions of pain, anger, hurt... and it continued to fall.
There were no tears, no pleading, no begging. She slowly turned to stone, as her heart fell, hardening, immunising itself to the hurt. The pain in it threatened to explode but she had held it down with a trembling hand, afraid to be exploited... again. Her black hair was plastered to her face. The rain hit her stiff shoulders like bullets, but it didn’t hurt this time... nothing seemed to hurt her anymore. Her black skirt whipped around her legs as she shivered... was it the cold or the pain? She knew no more.
She looked at the water below. A vastness which would accommodate her with ease. The rain created ripples in the water. And what more than a ripple could she be once she’d entered the sheet of water? Her hands were crossed tightly across her chest and her nails dug into her flesh. Small drops of blood mixed with the rain and ran down in little rivulets... down her arms. But who could see her heart as it bled so profusely?
It had frozen over, and it wouldn’t thaw anytime soon.
It was whipped, beaten, scratched and broken. Every single time she picked it up, fixed it with glue. Then he broke it... again. And she let him.
Love. Stupidity. Synonyms.
The sky was overcast and shadowed her heart. Hid the anguish and the suffering. It flickered between love and hate, pain and immunity. She smiled as she thought of him. It was fleeting. He was gone now. And this time it was permanent. He’d made the mistake again. And yet, she begged for his forgiveness... again. He walked away as she knelt, she looked at the ground and her hair hung limply like a curtain around her face, and she stained the red carpet maroon with her tears. And the stains would fade, like she’d faded from his heart.
She’d believed him when he said he’d never hurt her again.
“I’ll find someone else to play with” had been his parting words and they hit her like a blow in the stomach, sucking her breath away, leaving her gasping for breath and yet she clawed ineffectually in the air, trying to reach for his hand. She caught it and held it tight, close to her heart, but he just spat at her with disdain, snatched his hand and walked out of the door... not looking back once.
She sat there for what seemed like hours before her heart-wrenching sobs were reduced to hiccups. He was gone... for now and forever. She stood up, walked out, barefoot. Walked where her feet led her to. The bridge of course. Their place. They stood there for hours, watching the sun go down, wrapped in each other’s arms. Now there were only ghosts of those memories... and they haunted her, they’re long fingers wrapping themselves around her fragile body. Her heart was immune and hurting all at once.
He wasn’t worth the pain. He wasn’t worth her love and tears. She had to let go of him, leave his memories in a dark corner, forget him forever.
The rain started to let up. The sun’s rays slanted through the slits in the veil of clouds. It lit up her overshadowed face.
She was ready to start a new day, let go of her past. The sun started to thaw her heart. She walked away from the bridge. She was ready to pick up the pieces and stick them back with glue, never to be broken again.