The Wizard's HeartHis heart broke a little everyday.The Wizard's Heart5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She would come everyday, bringing him coffee just after 10 AM; she would stand and fuss over him ("Really, you need to get more sleep. How are you even awake now?"); she would sit and chat with him; she would bring him food she herself had grown and cooked, and together they would lunch on it in his home-- maybe even out in Flute Fields if he was up for it. He would tell her quietly, "You're funny... You come here so often." But he would smile and add, "But I like talking to you," and sip his drink. And she would smile that smile that made his heart skip a beat.
And yet everyday she broke his heart a little more.
She would come and ask him to look in his crystal ball. She wanted to know about him. And each time, he would swallow his words and read her fortune, watching the joy dance over her face. The joy he would never give her.
He watched in silence every time the two of them were out in town together, and the connection they seemed to have.