Su Corazon De Cucu | Jack Y

But the cuckoo heart didn’t understand love.

That night, Jack sat on his bed, listening to the tick-tock-tick-tock inside his chest. He decided to fix himself. He took a screwdriver from his father’s toolbox and carefully opened the little door. Inside, among brass gears and a tiny coiled spring, sat the cuckoo bird on its perch.

He fell to the floor, gasping. This is it, he thought. I broke my own heart trying to change it.

She didn’t run away. But she didn’t stay, either. She just smiled sadly and said, “Jack, you have a beautiful clock. But I need a heart that bleeds.”