People had always told me that I had quite the icy personality, and that often times I would give people the cold shoulder without them knowing it. I didn't know why, it had always been that way. Perhaps I picked it up from my father never giving me the light of day, never knowing what the warmth of a soul had felt like. I was robbed of those sunny, bright, and cozy feelings I should have been able to experience growing up, I just never knew it was missing until I finally felt the touch of another.

There was no way to explain what we had but electric, the way his eyes locked with mine, I could tell that sparks flew without even having to utter a single word to him. It started with just the stolen glances I could get, it seemed he was always around me at work and it became impossible to rattle him out of my mind that I so carefully put a wall up to block. The way his bright, hazel eyes gleamed in the sun when the shades failed at blocking in the powerful rays, they became so captivating I almost couldn't believe what I saw was reality.

It was like that, for awhile. Exchanging smiles, stolen glances, and sometimes, laughs. Three months of that. I was content with things being that way, I wish that it had stayed that way.

"Do you know how infuriating it is to yearn for someone you've never even talked to?"

The sound of his voice captivated me. The exchange of numbers happened that day. We talked all day and night, he'd visit me at work, we'd hang out on my days off. He became a best friend of sorts, made me forget my life with the walls put up and the icy personality that seemed to have followed me my whole life melted away.

Would you believe it if I told you we happened to fall in love? Never did I think it possible for me to find my person, but I did. Atleast, I thought I did. Until the blackout.

All I remember was the flashing of blue and red, the screams of horror, the desperate cries of a mourning mother, and the feeling of cold cuffs up against my wrists, tight.

Fragments of memories.

A woman asking me why I did it. Did what exactly? Had I done something wrong?

"He loved you."

"And I loved him."

"Then why would you kill him?"

It's all coming back to me. The text message that showed up while we were kissing in my apartment. The look of horror on his face when I questioned who it was. I made him let me go through his phone. The naked pictures, the kissing emojis, the other woman telling him to leave me already.

He told me his heart was his. I had no other choice.

There was a small cooler that stood in front of me, the detective advised me to take a look. My cuffed hands manage to open it up, and there it was. His heart. Cut up in half. I smile at the detective. "He broke my heart.. I had to return the favor. The heart is a very fragile thing.. He promised me his heart, so.. I took it."