Her heart felt vast in an uncomfortable kind of way. It felt vast in an empty, abandoned warehouse kind of way. In a broken down, left behind, discarded, scattered, unkempt, desolate kind of way.

An emptiness that can only come from something that was once filled with life. The most notable kind of emptiness. Where something once had been. Where love once had been.

The human heart is vast enough to contain all the world. And it is vast enough to contain nothing at all.

So much nothing, there is not even room for anything else.