[ WP ] In our world , an irreversible surgery is now available to remove the part of the brain that causes love . For those who have it , there is no more heartbreak .

`` Next,'' shouted the fat lady behind the counter. Her jowls jiggled while she spoke. Three more people, I thought. Three more and then I will never know my love for her again. This is what they said was right, all the doctors and politicians. No love equals no precious morals being broken. No more suicide. No more unhappiness. That is what they said but it could n't be true. When I looked into her green eyes I never felt more joy. I could stare at them forever. I could listen to her sing song voice for hours on end. And that crooked smile... 
 `` Next!'' The fat lady's shrill cry broke the image for a moment. Two. Two more and then I would lose everything. Damn them! Damn us. If only we had been more careful. They caught us kissing during a rainstorm. She had flipped the hair out of her face a that crooked line sprung up and beckoned me in. Closer and closer until I felt the warmth between my own lips. Then they sent us her to this terrible florescent building that would soon be the tomb of our love. A surge of fury flowed in my veins at the thought of her in the back room. The procedure was being done on her now and soon it would be my turn. We thought we scheduled the appointments far enough that I could see her after she was done but there is only two people left until they take me. I had to see her, she promised she would never lose the love she had for me. `` It's not in your head, it's in your heart and soul, dummy!'' She had joked with that crooked smile. 
 `` Next!'' God I hated that fatty. I hated all of them. I hated the buzzing lights. I hated the white tile floor. I hated everything except for her. Why could n't they remove hate? Why could n't they leave me her? That is all I wanted. She had to be out soon. If I could just see the crooked smile, I'd know that our love was more powerful then their science. I would know that all the songs of old were true and that love could not be broken. 
 `` Next!'' *Come on*, I thought, *please I need to see her... please. * The poor chap in front of me made his way to the jiggling blob of woman. As soon as he finished the paperwork I was next. His pen scribbled way to fast. My eyes darted to the oak door that she should be emerging from. The man stroked one final stroke of the pen and slide the documents forward. *No no no I need to know she still loves me then all will be okay. * 
 `` Next!'' I slide one foot in front of the other. My eyes peeled to the door. Left, right, left. One in front of the other. I crept along the floor praying for her to open the door and just smile. I reached the desk and picked up the pen. Then the Gods answered my prayers. The door slowly swung open and there she was blonde hair, green eyes and a crook- oh... wait... There was no smile. Just a flat line. I stared for a moment. Heart pounding. She walked toward me. Expressionless. When she was close I opened my mouth to ask a thousand questions. But she raised a finger to my mouth. `` Do n't worry.'' She said without an ounce of ring to her dull voice. `` They will take the burden away from you just like they did for me.''
