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The Second Heart

The Little Heart laughed. It was sitting and talking with its friend, another Heart, it liked to refer to as the Silver Heart.

This heart, in the Little Heart's eyes, was strong. It was courageous, kind, caring, and protected the Little Heart in the times he faltered. It looked up to this Silver Heart as a brother, and a dear friend.

The Silver Heart was taller than the Little Heart, and more firm, tough, with a soft smile and a gentle touch. It's ethereal body was grey, with a shine that made it glossy and silver. The heart at the center of the Silver Heart's being had more darkness than the Little Heart, but a nice light to balance it out. It wasn't like the lightness was keeping the darkness at bay, or the darkness constantly trying to smother it's counterpart, but it was like the two sides had reached a mutual agreement and now lived alongside each other peacefully.

You could compare this Silver Heart to a knight, due to the wooden sword it always kept at it's side and shield it had nearby at the ready. These were things the Silver Heart hadn't always had.

When the Little Heart's and Silver Heart's Body and Soul, each respectively, met each other, the Silver Heart was not such a silver colour and was more white. Then their hosts separated in different worlds.

Just before the Little Heart's Body had awoken, and before it had been torn from its home, something came from out of nowhere and crashed into its ethereal body, knocking it back onto the glass floor. It let out a groan, and then quickly steadied itself on its elbows. Something had forcibly made its way in and was now submerged within the safety of its radiating heart.

The Little Heart felt its chest; the Other Heart was still safe and snug in its depths, its core was still as bright as ever, but now, there was a third heart. It recognized this third unknown one as a friend, a girl who had the softest redish brown hair, the kindest eyes and a heart of pure light.

It's not that the Little Heart minded it, but the forced connection was just so sudden, that it was a bit unsettling.

Hello!

The Little Heart heard the familiar female voice echo through him.

I'm sorry, I don't know how I got here, but can I hang out with you awhile?

The Little Heart smiled before replying.

Of course, we're friends aren't we?

But the Little Heart's other friend was a different story. The next time the Little Heart saw its friend, it was much darker and more hostile. It's not that the Little Heart cared, however. That heart was still its friend, no matter how polluted he became. When they had met for the one of the last times on that adventure, the Little Heart still called out for him, but got nothing but darkness and shadows in return. Its friend's heart was lost and trapped, getting swallowed up.

Its Body's deep sky blue eyes stared at the Body before him, that was his friends, but his heart was not there. At least, it was being suffocated by the darkness that was smothering and pushing his light down to a cramped hovel.

Next thing the Little Heart knew, it itself was wrapped in darkness. It was ripped away from its body and the girl's heart was yanked out of him. He couldn't feel anything and his mind went numb. It felt sick, it was fading, and losing its sense of self. It looked down at- What was it looking down at anyways? Was there something there to begin with? It didn't know anything and it was awful- what does awful mean anyways? What-

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!

It was that voice again, that girl's.

The girl pulled the Little Heart out of the darkness and snapped it back into reality. The heart blinked and looked at the same girl's heart from moments before that had seemed like years had past. It looked at the light pink heart and hugged it in gratitude.

Thanks

It said, smiling softly in her arms.

No need. Just repaying you back.

She replied, smiling at her friend. The Little Heart then pulled away from its hug with her, and yawned, stretching its arms out. It then looked down at its chest, remembering its purpose of doing so. It patted its chest in assurance, sighing with relief: the Other Heart was still safe.

The Little Heart then thought about its friend in the darkness. They needed to get him back.