Her Heart
Broken
It felt like something was ruined, as if her heart wasn’t real but just a heart-shaped balloon that someone popped, or a heart doodled and snipped with scissors into tiny scraps or something like that, and it might not have been that bad if she could make herself give up on the poor victim of her crush (who had every right not to like her and probably was doing this out of the kindness of her own torn-to-pieces heart) but that was impossible as even when ruined, her heart kept beating only for the dream of true love some day.