He started to unravel the rope, thread by thread. Until all that was left coming out of my heart was a single thread of spider’s silk. It’s one of the strongest materials on Earth. It could hold a car, or a building, and be taut.
There was a flash of the shears. Blood. But from me, not a single tear.
I blinked. He looks down.
He didn’t even know he was holding the scissors.
And his ocean of sorrow parted. He crashed and stormed and thundered around me. But I stood still. Unmovable. Still as stone.