Disclaimer: I did not write this story, a good friend of mine did.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived in a glass house in the forest. She had spent days constructing it, pouring her heart out into building it. And every day after it was finished, she would sit and wait for someone to come by and admire it, but sadly, no one was there to admire it but her own self. After a month, she felt wretched. Miserable and forlorn, every day after she would sit in her glass house, letting the sun beat down on her back as she wallowed in self-pity. One day, she was sitting in the center when she heard a crack. She looked and saw that one of the corners was a bit damaged. Suddenly, the crack grew wider and wider at a rapid pace. Alarmed, she reached for some duct tape and tried to patch it up, but to no avail. Cracks seemed to multiply as they zigzagged across the walls.
But just then, a boy venturing into the forest ambled through the clearing and saw at once the girl sitting in the middle of the cracking structure, fear in her eyes. He broke into a sprint, and dove through the broken glass to where she sat, trembling. And then the glass shattered. She passed out.
She woke up after a time, and slowly lifted her head. Memory came flooding back, and she stood up in alarm. The boy lie next to her, dead, with glass shards embedded into the back of his shirt. Blood stained the clear, sharpened pieces that surrounded them. Tears followed. He had died protecting her, a girl he had never known, without a second thought. And no matter what he may have really been like, the girl thought he was the most beautiful person she'd ever met.
The girl sat and and thought long after all tears had left her, but sobs still coursed through her body.
"This glass house I have built...it is just like my heart, so fragile and untouched."
She smiled a bitter smile. "This boy tried to pick up the broken pieces of my soul, but he only broke it further. And it's just as well that this house, built with all my heart, should perish beside it."
And with that, she closed her eyes and stopped sobbing.
And slowly picked up the closest piece of glass.
And stilled her beating heart, for it was already dead to the world.
With that, the last pieces of standing glass fell to the earth, and two bodies lay pierced and bloodied in the center, together for all to admire.
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