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The First Heart

The Little Heart was a yellow cream colour. It's figure was plain, with a tiny heart in the core of its being and small, but not the slightest bit weak. It was strong, at least, that's what it thought. It had a faint light radiating off of it, to some, it shone like a star, but not as boldly as the sun. The light wasn't blinding, but soft and kind, it didn't even need to try and shine, because it was outgoing by nature. Like a star, it sparkled in the direction of everyone looking, even if you couldn't see it.

So, the small Little Heart was walking one day in what seemed like it's body of night sky. It's surroundings were never a black darkness, but a deep shade of blue. Even if it was black, it wouldn't mind.

But something stopped it. It looked around, confused.

What's going on?

It's tiny voice cried out faintly. Something was just not right.

Hm? Another Heart?

The little being looked down at it's feet curiously. It was another Heart, like itself, but it had no form surrounding it. No body or soul connected. It was careful not to step on the heart as he bent down and picked it up. The Little Heart was confused. This was strange.

It held the heart in front of him. This heart was oddly different, broken and fractured, compared to itself. The Little Heart looked at it, carefully prodding and rotating it to look at it's angles.

Suddenly, the Little Heart felt a pang of loneliness and sadness go through him. This made the Little Heart uncomfortable, and after shifting its feet, it brushed away a tear falling from it's face. The Little Heart shook its head. This was not good, not good at all.

Smiling, the Little Heart made a decision and twirled around.

Why don't I take care of you? I might not know you, but that doesn't mean we can't be friends, right?

The heart in its hands didn't respond, but it didn't expect it to. Every heart was precious to it, no matter who they were. The heart was just happy to ease the pain of this Other Heart. It hugged the Other Heart, and extended its radiance outwards so it would beam upon the heart, constantly sending out its aura of healing. It made the Other Heart warm and comforted.

It closed its eyes. Concentrating, the Little Heart made a small hole in the front of its ethereal body and slowly, gently pressed the Other Heart inside. Gasping, it opened its eyes and closed the hole. It made sure that the pocket was comfy inside, and that its presence was not so overwhelming that it would absorb the Other Heart completely.

At first, it felt kinda weird to the Little Heart to carry the other one around. But overtime, the Other Heart seemed to change. When the Other Heart started out, it seemed vacant, dull, and devoid of nothing but longing and sadness. It was broken, shattered, fractured beyond repair. Sometimes, the Little Heart would stop and look down at it worried.

Are you okay?

The Little Heart asked concerned. As always, it got no response. But sometimes, if the Little Heart tried, it could feel a faint pulse or throb from the Other Heart in reply. And that was enough for the Little Heart to keep smiling and carry on shining.

Soon, the Other Heart started glowing a little brighter, it began beating stronger, the replies more powerful and presence more prominent. By each passing day, the Little Heart felt like the Other Heart was healing, slowly but surely, bit by bit. Calmy, the Little Heart gradually immersed the Other Heart in its light carefully. It knew it didn't need to rush the Other Heart, because it knew that the Other Heart didn't mind being there. The Little Heart giggled, for its Body and Soul did not know of this Other Heart he housed inside him.

One day, the Little Heart was walking along, when it stopped again and heard a faint whisper.

Thank you