There are quilted paper towels for spilled messes.
Trained accident crews for car wrecks.
FEMA. Disaster Control. Risk Management Majors.
But nothing could prepare for this.
"It's going to be a disaster," she said.
He turned away with his feeble heart.
There's no insurance for broken hearts,
No agency warning him or sketching blueprints
No giant band-aid for the inevitable burn
There was only a risk.
And a chance she had to take.
A/N: A break from my new norm? Yes.
And FictionPress once again ate my spacing.