I walk slowly through the school halls. My heart runs a race right beside me and a letter in my hands.
Blake is standing right there. Right in front of his locker, surrounded by his two best friends. Can I do this? Will he accept my letter?

My heart hits my rib cage like it's a bird that wants out.

Please don't do anything bad.

I finally stand in front of Blake. When he notices he sends his friends to join the stream of kids behind me.

"H-hi, I say looking into my ocean blue eyes.
"Hey," he says. I can feel my heart melting. It hearts, but ?I can deal with the pain for a little bit.

"I have something for you." I slide out my homemade letter which has a huge heart drawn on the front and back.

He takes the letter and reads it through it's pretty long so it might take a-

"No thank you," he says as if I was a peddler who was trying to sell him a toilet. His face looks so dead; so uninterested.

"I. I." I couldn't believe it. My eyes were huge, contrasting with my tiny pupils. My jaw couldn't close and my heart, oh my heart just broke.

My body crashed to the floor. People ran to my aid, but there wasn't much to do. I was a goner. They couldn't bring me back to life unless they got a new heart.

I close my tear filled eyes and let the darkness surround me. The thing I remember is that Blake didn't do anything. He just watched me.

***

My eyes opened up and I could hear voices. They seemed happy and they were coming from above me like angels.

"Am I in Heaven?" I ask blinking a few times. Fulling getting my clear vision back.

"On Heavens no!" An old man says who then gets a jab from a highschool boy.

"Dad stop it," he whines.

"It's just a joke, Smith," he says looking at his son.
"Don't call me that. I like my first name Loy." he jabs at his father again. "Don't call me our family name again. Or at least in front of people."

The two bicker while I look around. A lot of metallic items sectral and hang on the walls. They see a huge furnace on one of the four, small walls that makes up the shed of a building. I notice I'm on a table right next to an anvil.

"Excuse me?" I ask and the family stops arguing.

"Yes?"

"What happened?" I ask. They look at me then the old man looks at his son as if saying to go ahead.

"Well..." he starts, putting a hand on his head. "Your heart was broken and your parents wanted to obviously save you so they sent you to us. He fixed you up, gave you a new heart and everything, but also your parents wanted us to put a lock on your heart."

"A-a a lock!?" I scream.

"Woah, chill down. It's not as bad as it seems. The lock just doesn't let you feel love."

"And that's not bad!" I yell putting air quotes on the last two words.

"Girl, you still can feel all other emotions like happiness, just not love, and plus you're still alive. Is that not good."

I sigh, "I guess." I shot a glare at the boy. "Well, if that is all then I'll be leaving. Where are my parents?"

"About that," Loy says. "They wanted us to take care of you for the time being."

"Great," I mumble with gritted teeth.

"Can I atleast go get my stuff?" I ask not seeing it the first time I looked around this sorry excuse for a building. It looked more like a shed.

"Your parents will be bringing us today. They also wanted to talk to you," the old man says.

"Fine." I go outside of the shack and just sit down on the spiky grass.

I will wait for them, and when they come. I will give them a mouthful.

I look at my chest, my heart. Does it really have a lock on it?

I don't know nor care right now, because my car comes driving up and I see a married couple that I want to scream at right about now.