What You Broke

He daubs the last bit of scarlet war paint on his chest, one hand tugging down his white smeared V-neck.
“Ryan?”
He freezes as she enters, shock racing concern in her voice “Ry, is that blood?” She whispers, noting the vibrant red streaks gracing his pale white skin. He slides the metal paint can over to her, and she breathes a sigh of relief
“Oh…”
That turns into a muffled cry as he turns around, displaying the crudely drawn heart on his chest.
“Why?”
She whispers, his ex-girlfriend whispers.
He smiles painfully
“I wanted you to see what you broke”