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In Blake’s world, people don’t just hurt — they shatter.

Glass veins run beneath skin like fragile circuitry. Emotions carve fault lines across the soul. A harsh word can crack a rib. A breakup can collapse a spine. A single act of cruelty can send someone to the floor in a spray of glittering, deadly shards. It happens all the time. Everyone knows someone who broke too hard, too fast, and was never quite the same after.

The government pretends to care, glass safe classrooms, mandatory emotional regulation seminars, ceramic threaded first aid kits in every public building. But no amount of rules or training can prepare you for what it’s like to watch someone fall apart right in front of you. So most people don’t watch. They look away.

Blake knows this too well.

He shattered for the first time at twelve, after a classmate called him that word, the one that made his stomach drop and his skin go cold. He didn’t even react at first. Just stood there, listening to the crackle as his chest began to split from the inside out. When it was over, no one helped him up. No one said a word. Just glass on the floor and a boy trying to pretend he was still whole.

Since then, Blake has learned to stay quiet. Careful. He keeps the sharp parts of himself hidden beneath quiet clothes and soft movements. He doesn’t laugh too loud, doesn’t get too close. But the truth is, he feels too much, always has. And it makes him dangerous, even to himself.

He’s drawn to the broken, the beautiful, the strange. He finds poetry in hairline fractures, warmth in the presence of other boys who’ve learned how to bleed without bleeding. He’s not looking for a savior, just someone who won’t flinch when the light catches on his cracks.

Blake is here now, sitting alone on the edge of something fragile, maybe hope, maybe heartache. He still believes love is worth the risk. That someone out there might look at his shattered pieces and see something worth keeping.