Gian called Anna two days before Christmas Eve and said he wasn’t sure he wanted to be with her anymore. He wanted to end things.
Anna was shocked beyond belief. How could this have happened? There hadn’t been any signs. Or maybe she hadn’t noticed. Or maybe he hadn’t really loved her after all. Or maybe he’d lied about it.
She hung up the phone, crawled into bed and cried for a very long time.
That night Anna dreamt she drove to the House of Hearts, a pink Valentine shaped factory where a funny little man exchanged her broken heart for a shiny new one.
The sun was just coming over the horizon when she woke up. Anna dragged herself out of bed and swore she’d never, ever cry over a man again.
True to her word she didn’t. Except once. The next day.
