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Can You Mend A Broken Heart?

He was the last to leave the party.  My party.  He walked out the door and there were two shots.  Bang!  Bang!  Just random shots.  Both into his chest.  He was my friend.  I walked into the OR and he was on the table.  We opened his chest.  His heart was broken.  Blood.  A lot of blood with a broken heart.  I held his heart in my hands.  Beat.  Flutter. Stop.  More blood.  A heart broken beyond repair.  I thought about the difference between sympathy and empathy.  I saw his loved ones and felt their sorrow.  My heart was breaking too.  Some of those hearts were broken beyond repair.  Some were crying.  Some were angry.  Can a heart be angry?  Mine is.  Mine can be repaired, but every time it breaks, it changes a little.