She held his heart, so careful not to break it. Nights had went by and she watched it inside a shop window. Every morning she walked to her mailbox, her mailbox had lived very near the shop. She walked and she saw his heart. And one day his heart began speaking to her. And his heart, the one that before had looked so broken, so scarred, began to regain its color. And she was blissful. Because she realized how attatched to his heart she had become. And the wind blew as it sometimes does and it all changed. Someone nearby threw a pebble, the pebble crashed into the shop glass and it all shattered around his heart. The pebble thrower did not realize what she had done, how could she...she knew nothing of his heart. She was only trying to heal herself. And the girl quickly ran to the window and picked up his heart, for she was the only one nearby. And she held it until someone could hold it for her. And a lovely girl, with red hair and a pretty smile looked at the heart as the girl held it. She admired the heart and the girl was sure that this other girl with the red hair would take good care of the heart. And then the girl was ashamed. She was ashamed because she realized she couldn't keep it. She already had a heart belonging to a man. And though this heart was beautiful, and she had almost decided to keep it, the rock thrower came by. And they told the heart horrible stories. And the heart shriveled away and no one loved it.