"It's perfect"
The little glass figurine that I held in my hands
A tiny plaque at the bottom read: life
It was finally mine
And it was perfect
So happy that it was mine I clutched the figurine tighter and tighter
"...Maybe I should hold that for you."
"No, God, it's mine. I'm being careful."
I noticed a tiny crack forming on the side
"...Here, I'll fix that."
"No, I'm fine, I promise. It's just a little crack."
It broke!
My perfect glass figurine, gone, shattered
"...I'll put it back together. Give it to me."
"No! It's mine! I can fix this on my own! I can!"
I clutched the broken pieces tighter and tighter and ran
How could it break?
It was so perfect
It was mine...and perfect.
I squeezed the shards so tightly that the pieces dug into my hand
I could fix it
I knew I could
The shards dug deeper and deeper into my hands
No
No
I won't let go!
Blood began to run over my hands
It hurt so badly
I cried out in pain
"...Here, let me help you"
"But I wanted to do it on my own!"
"....I know, I know you did."
I open my hands
Glass shards stuck in one side of my hand and out the other
"...This will hurt."
Slowly, He pulls out a shard
I whince
"Can you fix it?"
"...I can, but this will hurt."