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He couldn't love me, or anyone for that matter. Or feel anything. Not since I put his heart in that wood box. Its a very beautiful box, but it doesn't matter. It's not like anyone is going to see it except me.
So this kiss didn't mean anything. The hugs, the holding hands, the listening... It couldn't mean anything, even though I wanted it to. I wanted it so bad. I wanted for him to love me, to hold me, to stay with me because he wanted to. I fell in love with a boy without a heart, the heart that I ripped out of his chest and is now resting inside that beautiful wooden box.
I pulled away with a tear rolling silently down my face.
"Is something wrong, my queen?" He asked, emotionless. Oh, that voice. I truly loved that voice.
"Yes, but im going to take care of it. Stay here. I'll be right back."
I rushed towards the temple. My feet moving at a pace I didn't even knew they could. My arms got scratched in the branches and my dress became unrecognizable from all the tears in it. I arrived at ghe temple with heavy breathing. Not all the air in the world would be enough for me to breathe and I felt like I was going to pass out. But I needed to get to the box.
The box was still there, still beautiful. However now, all those golden details felt inappropriate, like they were mocking me. Look at us, they were saying.
I opened the box and my heart fell in my chest. His heart wasn't there. Or it was, but not in the way I wanted it to be. The bright red heart I had tucked in the blue velvet of the box, was now grey and dry.
I knew this could happen, in the begining I even hoped for it. A heart can't survive without someone to take care of it. I came here many times to see it, but just to make sure it was still here. It was my most precious possession, the ultimate symbol of my victory. A trophy, just like the palace. I had won. I had the heart of the prince. And every time I saw it all red I became angrier, my own trophy was mocking me. That little heart without a body was perfect, while mine was mended so many times it almost didn't seem like a heart. So I wanted his to be destroyed. I wanted to watch him while his life was taken out of him, little by little. And I was going to enjoy it. And as I watched it closely, it turned into a pile of ash before my eyes. There was nothing I could do. No magic was powerful enough to remake a heart. I just wasn't possible.
This was what you wanted, remember? He lived for you until he died. Said that annoying voice. All those years ago, that voice gave me security, control, power, and even a crown. Now it was only a reminder of all I didn't have. No, it wasn't. And all never forgive myself for not admiting that sonner. I replied.
I didn't know what else to do, so I just cried.