{shattered glass}

Watch.
Stop.
Drop.
The heart that was once at the top of my chest plummets to the bottom of my stomach.
Empty is the right word to use, my heart.
It sits on the top of my intestines with no life, like an empty glass jar.
There's nothing in it. Not at this moment. There's no feeling.
It's as if ice had settled in and frozen the heart, causing it to go numb.
All I can do is stare- wide eyed, and no expression. I can't believe it. Never had it crossed my mind. It didn't make sense. What was that? My mind scrambles to find any logic, but that too has fled. Its just me and an empty body staring at the computer monitor.
I feel as though my vision is fading, like a black hole is starting to form at the point where my eyes are looking, but something catches my attention.
I look down at my chest, just staring, because I can feel something. If I could listen carefully, I could hear the small sounds of *click, click*. It scared me. I put all my focus on where the sound was coming from, and then it made sense.
It was that glass jar in my chest.
It was cracking.
I could feel it as the veins of the cracks wound their way up to the top of the jar, creating jagged lines and cruel features.
Then, slowly, the jar began to fall apart. The shards that had once made a beautiful jar were falling away from each other  and there was nothing that could be done. Nothing could repair it. And all I could do was switch my gaze from my cracking, aching chest, and look back at the pictures.
With each click of the mouse to the next picture of him with her, a jagged piece of the jar crumbled.
What cruel and sick sort of person would do this? Why would someone want to put this much pain on a person? Why am I even caring? This shouldn't be affecting me, but why is it?
But these questions would come later, because for now, I was in pain as the tears slowly caressed down my cheeks.