It's 8.30 in the morning, Fred is awake on his bed, unwilling to start the day. Unwilling to face the truth, that the dream, that the love he once knew, no longer existed. Mum comes into the room and sees that Fred is awake.

Mum: Fred, did anything break last night?
Fred (thinks to himself):Yes mum, my heart.
Fred: .... *silence*
Mum: Oi, wat happen to you, did you break anything last night?
Fred: No.
Fred (thinks to himself): Somebody else broke it for me
Mum: Sure ar? cos the balcony is full of glass!
Fred:!!!!!!!
Fred (thinks to himself): Well i was at the balcony last night when she told me, but no my heart isn't made of glass!

That was the exact conversation I had with my mum this morning. Wow, how ironic.