All Chapters of My Broken Heart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sometimes you stand on the edge. One step further and you would fall, but you don't and you stand there, unable to go back. Or to take that one step forward that would make you just fall.Most of the time you don't even really know how you got there, but when you get there, that doesn't really matter anymore. It's lonely on the precipice, most of the time, and the wind is always cold and dangerous there. You look around and wonder how it could have come to this. How you could get so far from the safe plateau without noticing it. One is surprised that one did not notice the danger earlier, not even remotely, and one looks around in amazement. You pause and hardly dare to breathe, because every movement could mean falling, a cough or sneeze would lead to an immediate fall.Sometimes you run into madness on the way there, he smiles friendly and asks if he can take a few steps with you, and of course you take him with you because he seems so friendly and personable. Why no

We didn't steal the show from the products, we were just an accessory to the real star. Nobody wanted their product to be forgotten next to a particularly appealing face, and that's exactly what we were there for. We kept the new cleaning agent, the cream or whatever was trending, and nobody would know what hair color we were afterwards.That’s how this industry went, hardly anything would change about it, and I no longer imagined that at some point I would step out of this mass of “commonplace faces” into the beam of light.A man had never said to me that I was beautiful, at the very most “cute” or “pretty”. Both were true of baby animals and a sweater, so I just couldn't take that statement seriously. To be beautiful for anyone, that would have been the ultimate goal. If only another man out there had told me that I was beautiful in his eyes, my path to the abyss might have been different. The madness wouldn't have smiled at

 tried to avert my gaze, but at that very moment he seemed to notice me and looked me straight in the eye. I swallowed and looked away quickly, but he must have noticed how blatantly I was staring at him. How embarrassing.I just stuttered my order for the next cocktail to the bartender, not sure if he understood me, and avoided looking in the direction of the unbelievable man."You too are here to forget."I swallowed again and looked shyly to the side. Did he mean me?"I beg your pardon?"“You are here to forget. Welcome to the club."He looked at his glass again and I wondered if he was talking to me or to himself."No, I'm here to celebrate."Nonsense. This was as far away from partying as possible, but I felt caught out. That my grief was so obvious, I looked so pathetic that even a complete stranger saw it, was pretty embarrassing."To celebrate? Okay, then we'll both celebrate. "He still wasn't

I held out the empty glass with the unspeakable drink and he gestured to the barman without looking at him. Even that was sexy, his forearms with the rolled up plaid shirt were just too much of a good thing. Damn.There was just no way I could not let my shock amorousness and enthusiasm show, everyone in this room would recognize after just one look that I was about to fall for this guy with skin and hair."Lizzy, tomorrow you won't know what you wanted to forget in the first place."I chuckled stupidly at the stupid name, but had to admit that even that was kind of sexy.My name was actually Lisa, not spectacular, but at least nothing to be ashamed of. But for him I would also love to be a Lizzy."I hope you will too, Dave."It seemed playful and somehow daring, the way we talked to each other was like a flirt, even if I knew very well that it wasn't actually one. You flirted in order to convince someone of yourself, as you know, I wasn't g

Yes, you could say that. You are a special girl, Lizzy. "I looked to the side and suppressed a grin. What was he doing there? Chasing my brain through the blender and then leaving me alone?That I was still able to think reasonably clearly was a miracle, after all, I was pretty drunk. Nice words lulled you even more than they already did, and it had more than comforted my ailing ego. Maybe there was hope for a girl like me after all, maybe I wasn't just one of many, but just the right person for someone.I really didn't think I was the right person for someone like him, but at least he thought I was nice and he'd spent his evening with me, so I wasn't a bad match after all.I stood in front of the old wooden door of my house as ordered and not picked up, and I still held his hand. Letting go was actually out of the question, especially not going."I don't really know, to be honest, how exactly to end an evening like this."He looked at me a