For every time love is lost a new one is born. Suzie fought them constantly. She named them “Broken Hearts” because that’s what they’re born of. Some caused good; most caused chaos. A boy in her class just lost the love of his life. A girl too afraid of commitment. The Broken Heart he created was bad. It wore a black trench coat and had the face of a shark with silver hair. Suzie had to destroy it before the boys longing gave it the power to break into reality. If it did people would die.

The Broken Heart jumped off the roof of her house. Suzie blew it a kiss. This stunned it but it landed and lunged. It stabbed at her with a dagger from its sleeve. She blocked it with a love poem; then unsheathed a heart handled sword and began clashing with the beast. Even when she stabbed it no damage was inflicted. It was winning. Suzie knew why. She dialed the boys number on her cell phone and whispered “I’m sorry. I do love you too.” The Broken Heart melted. Some hearts have no business being broken in the first place.