╰✩╮ the skies changed. so did the tides. yet we remained in our precious little bubble, unaware of how fragile it truly was. or perhaps we knew — and chose to ignore it. how easily does a heart shatter? that depends on what it's made of. whether it's frigid and hard but unexpectedly brittle, like ice; whether it's warm and bright and delicate, like sunshine trapped in a bottle spun of sugar. it's a shame that i wasn't sweet enough to hold you forever, isn't it?