'My heart..' she said

She was making sure she wasn't breathing. She could feel the air rise up in her but she wouldn't let it out. After all, this last breath was the only thing keeping her alive, and all she wanted was death. Every breath had been agony. The sorrow tore through her chest, setting it on fire. The shattered remains of her glass heart were laid out in front of her. And yet blood still flowed through her veins despite her suffocating despair.
Suddenly she knew why... Her Pulse. Her spirit soared at the sight of him, longing to meet his but afraid to.  She had thought he wouldn't return.
She inhaled in spite of herself.

"Where does it hurt?" he asked, trying not to look at her tears.
"My heart.." she said