She lay there on the ground broken to bits with the darkness hugging her, the pieces of her heart lay scattered on the floor all around her. She looked around helplessly and tried fixing the broken pieces but ended up making it even worse.
Nothing seemed to be working. Nothing could be fixed she thought. She covered her face with her hands and broke down. Her shoulders were shivering and her whimpers were audible but there was no human to hear them there. She was all alone, or so she thought.
When she looked up again she saw an angel sitting there carelessly but sporting a worried expression. The winged lady asked her to cry more ,so the little girl did.
The angel preached that the tears always healed the wounds of the heart but the girl couldn’t explain how tired she was of crying for him so she just didn’t say anything in return.
But It was as if the angel could read her thoughts so she changed the topic throwing the girl off hand, she asked
“Why do you keep chasing his memories around in circles?”