The string

Are you the girl who sat in front of the mirror fixing her makeup to impress the boy

who's heart was filled with narcissism ?

Or

Are you the boy counting the tiles of his hospital room for the seventh time all because he had to wait to see if his new heart will reject him ?

Hope is like a string

fragile.

At any moment it could snap leaving you

Broken.

Henry died yesterday counting the tiles but all that matters was his unaccepting heart was filled with hope.

Ashley cried herself to sleep while her mother, spooning her said, baby what's wrong

Baby please talk to me

Please.