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There once was a boy whose heart was broken. For a long time, he tried to fix it. He knew he couldn’t do it alone, so he tried to get other people to help him. But those people always made it worse. Some of them broke it into smaller pieces, some of them lost pieces, but most of them just had no idea what they were doing.
Eventually, the boy gave up. He set his broken heart on the ground, and walked away. A girl picked it up and tapped him on the shoulder. “Is this yours?” she asked, holding the pieces carefully in cupped hands.

“Yes,” the boy said, “But it doesn’t matter. It’s broken and no one can fix it.”

“I can fix it!” Said the girl with a grin.

“No, you can’t,” said the boy, “I already told you, no one can. It’s broken. It’s even missing pieces.”

“Bet you I can.” Said the girl, already trying to fit the pieces back together.

“Fine,” the boy scoffed, “Go ahead and try. But don’t expect it to work.”

After a while, the girl came and found the boy again, holding his heart in her hands. Almost half of it was put back together, even a few of the pieces he had thought were missing were in place, and it was starting to take shape again. “See?” she said proudly, “I told you I could fix it!”

“It’s not fixed yet.” Said the boy, “But that’s more than anyone else has done.” He picked up one of the pieces and set it in place. He smiled, “Alright, you can help me fix it.”

For the next few months, the boy and the girl were always together, trying to fix the boy’s heart. The boy would sit and put the pieces together carefully while the girl went and found more of the missing ones. She got them back from the people who had taken them and even found them in places he had never thought to look. They had almost completely fixed it, when one day, she dropped it.

The boy was crushed. They had put so much work into fixing his heart, and now it was broken again. He cried that night, cradling the pieces in his hands, swearing he would never let anyone touch his heart again.

It took a week for the girl to convince him to let her help again. It took a month for her to convince him to let her touch the pieces. He knew he shouldn’t, but, eventually, he trusted her enough to let her hold it again. This time, she threw it on the ground. It shattered into smaller pieces than it had ever been in before.

The boy sank to the ground, to sad to even cry. He stared down at the pieces, picking them up one at a time and trying to match them together in vain. He looked up and saw the girl with another boy’s heart in her hands. He felt betrayed, he felt hurt, he was sad beyond words. But most of all he was alone.

He sat there on the ground staring at the pieces for days without sleeping, without eating, without even moving. People walked past him without a second look. Not one of them asked him what was wrong. Not one of them asked what was on the ground in front of him. Not one of them asked if they could help fix what was broken.

Until, eventually, another girl came along. She sat down in front of him and, without even saying hello, picked up the pieces and fit them all together perfectly. She was about to hand it to him when she noticed there was a hole in it. She took a piece of her own heart and held it up to the hole in his.

It fit perfectly.

Description

There once was a boy whose heart was broken. For a long time, he tried to fix it. He knew he couldn’t do it alone, so he tried to get other people to help him. But those people always made it worse. Some of them broke it into smaller pieces, some of them lost pieces, but most of them just had no idea what they were doing.
Eventually, the boy gave up. He set his broken heart on the ground, and walked away. A girl picked it up and tapped him on the shoulder. “Is this yours?” she asked, holding the pieces carefully in cupped hands.

“Yes,” the boy said, “But it doesn’t matter. It’s broken and no one can fix it.”

“I can fix it!” Said the girl with a grin.

“No, you can’t,” said the boy, “I already told you, no one can. It’s broken. It’s even missing pieces.”

“Bet you I can.” Said the girl, already trying to fit the pieces back together.

“Fine,” the boy scoffed, “Go ahead and try. But don’t expect it to work.”

After a while, the girl came and found the boy again, holding his heart in her hands. Almost half of it was put back together, even a few of the pieces he had thought were missing were in place, and it was starting to take shape again. “See?” she said proudly, “I told you I could fix it!”

“It’s not fixed yet.” Said the boy, “But that’s more than anyone else has done.” He picked up one of the pieces and set it in place. He smiled, “Alright, you can help me fix it.”

For the next few months, the boy and the girl were always together, trying to fix the boy’s heart. The boy would sit and put the pieces together carefully while the girl went and found more of the missing ones. She got them back from the people who had taken them and even found them in places he had never thought to look. They had almost completely fixed it, when one day, she dropped it.

The boy was crushed. They had put so much work into fixing his heart, and now it was broken again. He cried that night, cradling the pieces in his hands, swearing he would never let anyone touch his heart again.

It took a week for the girl to convince him to let her help again. It took a month for her to convince him to let her touch the pieces. He knew he shouldn’t, but, eventually, he trusted her enough to let her hold it again. This time, she threw it on the ground. It shattered into smaller pieces than it had ever been in before.

The boy sank to the ground, to sad to even cry. He stared down at the pieces, picking them up one at a time and trying to match them together in vain. He looked up and saw the girl with another boy’s heart in her hands. He felt betrayed, he felt hurt, he was sad beyond words. But most of all he was alone.

He sat there on the ground staring at the pieces for days without sleeping, without eating, without even moving. People walked past him without a second look. Not one of them asked him what was wrong. Not one of them asked what was on the ground in front of him. Not one of them asked if they could help fix what was broken.

Until, eventually, another girl came along. She sat down in front of him and, without even saying hello, picked up the pieces and fit them all together perfectly. She was about to hand it to him when she noticed there was a hole in it. She took a piece of her own heart and held it up to the hole in his.

It fit perfectly.