As she stared into the deep blue sky, she felt like she was being swallowed by it. Where have the countless promises gone to? She fingered the cold metal ring on the table. Such a simple ring brought back so many memories: the day they met, the day they kissed, the day they let each other into their souls.

Yet every time, her soul felt so torn and smashed. Had they promised not to be together? Had they not promised to walk together hand-in-hand? In spite of that, with the first sign of trouble, they always left leaving her to mend the broken pieces of her heart.

They say the heart will mend with time; it is just like a vase will mend with glue. However, if you break the vase to many times, it becomes harder to mend. There comes a time where the vase no longer can be mended like a heart.

She stared at the metal ring and like the vase that had been broken repeatedly; her heart felt like it would never mend again. Her fingers curled around the metal ring. Would he cherish the memories they had together like she would? Would he just move on, get a new girl, start all over again? Her heart felt black and cold as ice again, forever sealed away. There was no reason why she should open her heart again. She wiped the tears from her eyes and with all her strength she threw the ring into the far distance.

That was it. Perhaps she would go back and stay in bed or even read a book. Slowly picking up her life again, getting used to that wrecking loneliness again. Then there comes a time, she may find someone to open her heart again, perhaps.