Amelia clutched the white glass heart, its surface cool against her palm. It had been a gift from her grandmother, a treasure from a forgotten box in the attic. The moment Amelia held it, a strange feeling washed over her. A prickling coldness spread from the heart, creeping up her arm.

At first, it was just a shiver. But as the days passed, the coldness intensified. The once vibrant flowers in her room seemed to wilt overnight. The warmth drained from her favorite sunny spot. Even her pet goldfish, Goldie, seemed sluggish, its fins losing their sparkle.

Amelia worried. Was it the glass heart? Every night, she left it on her nightstand, a beacon of coldness in the darkness. One night, she woke to a faint glow emanating from the heart. It pulsed with a faint white light, casting an eerie glow on the room.
Fear prickled Amelia’s skin. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to throw it away. It had been her grandmother’s. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way to break the curse, to bring back the warmth. With a newfound determination, Amelia decided to research the heart’s origins.

Days turned into weeks, filled with dusty books and whispered legends. Finally, Amelia discovered a forgotten tale. The heart, it turned out, was a protector. It absorbed negativity, keeping its owner safe but trapping the coldness within.

A small smile bloomed on Amelia’s face. The coldness wasn’t a curse, but a burden. With trembling hands, she placed the heart in a bed of soft red roses, the most vibrant flowers she could find. The room seemed to sigh in relief, the air growing warmer.

The next morning, the roses were wilted, their color drained. But beside them, the glass heart pulsed with a faint pink glow. The coldness was gone, replaced by a comforting warmth. Amelia knew then that the heart wasn’t just a protector, but a reminder. Sometimes, the greatest act of love is shouldering another’s burden.