Once upon a time, a boy met a girl he wanted to give his heart to. He was afraid to tell her this because he was afraid she’d break it. You see, he had only given his heart away once before, only to have it returned in a million shattered pieces. He promised himself he’d be more careful this time.
The boy knew the girl was the one who deserved his heart. The boy knew the girl was the one who would take care of his heart like no one else could. But, the boy’s fear wouldn’t let him take the risk.
The girl wanted to give the boy her heart but she was also afraid. Maybe even more afraid than he was. The girl knew the boy was the one who deserved her heart. The girl knew the boy was the one who could take care of her heart like no one else could. But, the girl’s fear wouldn’t let her take the risk.
One day, the boy gave the girl a beautiful piece of crystal, clear, in the shape of a crescent moon. He told her to always carry it with her. The boy gave the girl a red velvet pouch to keep it in. The girl was always careful with the crystal. She often took it out to admire its simple beauty. She loved how the light reflected on the crystal, making tiny little rainbows in the sunlight.
One day, when the girl reached into the red velvet pouch to take out the crystal, she realized something was wrong. She heard something she never heard before. The girl got that feeling in the pit of her stomach, like she had been punched. Her eyes filled with tears. The two pieces of the broken crystal clanked together inside the pouch. She was afraid to put her hand inside, afraid to touch the cracked crystal. But, she knew she had to. She pulled out the pieces and realized the crystal moon had broken exactly in half. Just one crack. A clean break.
The girl had the crystal moon for so long she never expected it to break. Or at least not so suddenly, not without warning or a sign or something. The girl thought she would have the crystal moon forever. She turned the pieces over and over in her hands, trying to figure out how it broke. And, she couldn’t. This made the girl very sad. She wondered if the crystal could be repaired. She pressed both halves together, admiring it as it once was. She knew even if it could be fixed, because it was clear, the crack would always be visible. Just one crack. A clean break.
The girl put the two pieces back in the red velvet pouch. She still carries them around but she never takes them out. It’s too sad to see it not whole. Sometimes, the clanking of the pieces in the pouch comforts her, sometimes it makes her sad and sometimes she ignores it. It’s been some time since the girl has talked to the boy. The boy doesn’t know about the break. The girl wants to tell him but she can’t find the words. The girl promised the boy she would always keep the crystal moon safe. She doesn’t know what happened. She wishes she did.
But, it’s crystal, it’s delicate, easy to break. Now, it’s two pieces that used to be one. Two pieces of crystal clanking around in a red velvet pouch. Just one crack. A clean break.