This is how a toy feels, when its batteries run dry.
Suzy felt as if she'd been broken. Ralph had dropped their shared heart, shattering it into thousands of tiny, pessimistic shards. Even more saddening, angering, and idiotic was that she still loved him with every lacerated fragment left in her very soul; he simply couldn't be hated, at least not by our easily heart-broken friend. "I love you," were among words needed most from his beautiful mouth; those three precious syllables, a simple embracing hug, or even the smallest caring act could change Mrs. Negativity's bleak emotion, yet, Mister "Does No Wrong" denied any such thing to said melancholic girl.
