“Please. All I Ask Is That You Live And Give Me A Chance To Show You This World Isn’t As Ugly As

“Please. All I ask is that you live and give me a chance to show you this world isn’t as ugly as you believe.” Well. I’ve been told that before. Over and over again. I want to believe that they’re right, but every time I’m told this there is always someone there to just leave again.

‘Maybe they just don’t have the piece I’ve been looking for...’ I always persuade myself as I look into that box. That small, worn down box always makes me feel like it’s a constant reminder of what I’m missing out on and all of the bad things that have happened to me. 

It’s been sitting in the same place by the window ever since I was born. They say that when you’re born you have ten little shapes and that whoever has the same one as you is either your soulmate or is someone that you care about. As for me, I only came with five. Four blue circles and a scarlet broken heart. 

The four blue circles have been taken by family members and a friend that I care about but as for the scarlet broken heart, there has never been anyone that has that same piece. I’ve always been told never to show my pieces until I know they are the one... So far the people I thought were the ones never even came close to sharing that final piece.

I wish I never had that stupid piece. It just sits there. Toying with me; rubbing it in my face that I will never be fully happy. ‘Today, today is the day I am getting rid of it.’ As I grab the box I start to think back at the times I had been right about who’s pieces were the same as mine. How much joy it brought me.... and how if I threw away this one I will never be able to feel that way again...

I start to walk out of my apartment with the bow secured tightly in my hold. I fall down as I bump into someone.

“I’m so sorry-” I begin to say as I notice that the piece is on the floor along with the now opened box. The guy I now recognized to be my neighbor right across from me helps me pick it up. 

“Hey,” he says to me as he holds onto my piece, “I have the same exact one.” I look at him in shock as I watch him take off the necklace he was wearing.

Our pieces put together made a fixed scarlet heart.

Prompt 135

“Please. All I ask is that you live and give me a chance to show you this world isn’t as ugly as you believe.”