Remnants of My Happy Heart

there once was a man named david or dave one day his mother had died his mother had said he wouldn't behave and david did nothing but cry he began to become recluse as his late mother would say a screw of his had come loose on that very dreadful day no more was david a nice, friendly man or a human at the most but instead a monster, joining a deathly clan turning people his mother knew into toast david the violent, the crazy and mad hid in the alleys in the street of New no one could know the thoughts he had as he shot himself right on cue david, the man in the alley, my friend drove himself to a crazy, definite end.

She chipped away at her nail polish, wishing she hadn’t shown up to the diner. “Come on, Jo, you have to eat,” he placed his finger under her chin, lifting her face to look her in the eyes. Jocelyn shook free from his grasp, “You know I can’t, Olly.” She looked out the window, watching the traffic. The rain was falling, and she was still wet from the walk to the diner. Looking back at Oliver, she felt her heart drop. His hands were in his lap, and he had been staring out the window, too. What’s going on in that mind? She knew why he had asked to meet her at the diner – it was all in his plan to get her to eat again. After all, she hadn’t had a bite for two days. “Please, Jo,” his voice was wavering, “for me?” His dark, brown eyes penetrated through her and she felt a pang of guilt. Why did I come here? She knew she wasn’t going to eat and that was torture for Oliver.             “You can’t surv...