My Paper Heart Will Bless.

Inspired by the most amazing picture. But I suck at linking.

When she was a little girl she made paper hearts.

She would conscientiously and painstakingly draw the perfect heart shape which is only found in the doodles of little girls, and she would cut round it as if she was a world-renowned surgeon performing the most delicate of operations.

The boy she gave this heart to, well, he was wonderful. But then, first loves are always wonderful. This was the innocent first love we all forget, preferring to dwell on the lust filled first loves of our teenage years. However, there is always the purest of loves, and that is the love of children.

Now, she drifts into the room where his scent is still so strong, and picks up each paper heart so meticulously detailed and crafted, and tearing at its very centre. The pieces she then throws as confetti, her own personal wedded miss.

And this year, when she makes her paper hearts, she cuts the same line she did as a small child. Only this time, when she holds them up for inspection, each has a little piece missing, the same pieces she then throws around her head the way she did with the hearts of years gone by.

Because now that beautiful little boy she gave each heart to is gone, and for every year she makes her paper hearts, she will forever dedicate her homemade confetti of missing pieces to his memory.

But that’s the problem with the hearts we draw as young children.
Real hearts look nothing like the fairytale kind.

Author's Note

Again, anything constructive appreciated.

Reviews

[Misa]

hmm.
l like this, but l think l'd like to see the ending - what happened, why'd he disappoint her? did he dump her, or not return her affection, or die? did they end up together after all, only to have him pass away years later? something like that might flesh this out, even if its only a couple lines.
aside from that, though, the writing and meat of the story are quite nicely done. :)
~Misa