THE BROKEN HEART

first time in days, Amara noticed how it warmed the walls, how it lit

from Daniel now folded and tucked away in a dr

leaving something behind: his number scribbled on a sticky

lowed to

f coffee. This ti

he was still there sharp at the edges, dull in the center but something had shi

to avoid. Her eyes met her own reflection; tired, yes, but

ds slowly, as if sayi

till

br

aban

. rebu

on the counter. A

e okay today. Just

he needed saving but beca

ld save

love didn't have to be

hat helped he

e