on the sound of breaking hearts

I imagine the sound of breaking hearts to be similar to the sound of thin, fragile ice cracking on a day you think the ice will be fine and you step on it, tentatively at first, but slowly you start thinking it can hold your weight, so you move closer to the center boldly though steadily, and right when you start feeling safe and confident and happy, you hear this noise that sends a thousand stabs of fear through your body and you don't know if you should run or stay still but the fear freezes you so it doesn't matter and in your silent stillness, you can hear that ice splintering like glass, quickly, severely, and heartbreakingly.