Everytime I arrive the door breaks just a little more. Deep cracks appear on the crimson wood. Everytime I feel broken.

Why do I keep opening the door? Why, when all that ever happens is it breaks.

Over and over.

I sigh as I place the key into the lock.

I turn it and the door opens, I dare not look in.

But then I hear something.

It starts as a low thud and then it quickens. It becomes steadier and steadier.

“No way!” I exclaim as I turn to look.

The cracks on the door are mending, a bright glow shines from within.

“They’ve done it! They’ve actually gone and done it!” I jump up and down with joy as I realise this isn’t like any of the others.

He’s found the one to mend his heart and I get to witness it.