I have always been so self-conscious when I cried but now I just gave way to the enormity of my grief. I sobbed into my hands and the tears dripped between my fingers, raining down onto the pavement. My breathing was ragged, gasping and the strength left my legs. I sank to my knees not caring about the grit that dug into it. I was noisy, my skin was blotched but I couldn't care anymore. Everything has become too much for me to handle and it was difficult for me to continue to stay strong.
I grasped my chest, trying to calm myself down, but I couldn't. Arthur wrapped his arms around me as my body trembled with each sob. The sound of my sobbing was the sound of a heart breaking. Hearts don't snap like brittle caramel or burst like an overfilled balloon. A heart breaks in the heaving waves o
