Ivan would gladly give his heart for the sake of Alfred, it was the least he was willing to do for his lover. Only, what do you do when you don't have one? When the only one you have was frozen over a hudred times over and cracked. Cracked till it became nothing but fine powdery dust. Till it became dust?
He searched his body feverishley for another one. If all his body came in pairs, then his heart would to right? He clawed at his chest, his coat in shreds, till he ripped open his chest, his innards exposed, threatining to spill out, held back only by the few ribs he had left. No there was no heart. None.
Ivan began to wory, how will Alfred come back if he couldn't give him a heart? He clutched the flakes of skin over his chest, somewhat closing it.
"If I can't give you my heart then someone else will," he whispered to the have decapitated corpse. He put him back in the coffin back in the dug up ground back under the dirt.
Dusting off his hand and standing up on one leg -he used a stick to help him walk- he went in search of a 'heart'.
Short chapter but its somewhat of a short story. I hope you Enjoyed~! Till then, See ya~!