It breaks my heart, to see my brother knock on my door as I was about to tick off No.3 of my to-do, eyes rimmed red and sniffling, asking if I have a moment.
It breaks my heart, as he mourn over his loss, whilst handing me a black box of memories, to which he wants me to be his accomplice of incinerating them.
It breaks my heart, to grasp every
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