Avatar Author: S. Zee I'm a lawyer (please keep booing and hissing to a minimum), born and raised in Kansas (please refrain from any Dorothy, Toto, or "not in Kansas anymore" references, or I may cut you). I enjoy travel, chocolate, old films,... Read Bio

The icicle piercing my heart won’t be there forever. That’s the temporary nature of such things. It’s not made of metal or glass. Just water, frozen, the cold seeping into my very being. Eventually it will have to melt. My heart will have to thaw out and begin healing.

And when it does, it’s going to hurt like hell.

For now, the numbness works. I go about my daily life. Lather, rinse, repeat (repeat), going through the motions. I’m effective, but not affected. Obviously my heart can’t contribute to my work.

It’s a little occupied at the moment.

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  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    lovely analogy for how heartbreak and healing function and affect a person.

  2. Avatar Stovohobo

    At first I thought it was literal, but then the next few sentences made me realize that I was an idiot and it was really a beautiful metaphor. The last few sentences are fantastic for showing his feeling (or lack thereof).

  3. Avatar Amaris Wolfe

    I love this. It speaks to me.
    You have the feeling nailed.
    I almost want to continue with the character and find out the whole story-but it’s not really necessary.

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