A heart broken and wronged falls at a stitcher's feet. The heart pulsated weakly as the stitcher picked it up.

"H-h-h-help m-m-me" The heart whispered in a low shaky voice. The stitcher nodded and placed the heart on a table. The stitcher went to work, slowly but surely, stitching up the broken and abused heart.

"Stitch, Stitch, Stitch

Stitch. Stitch, Stitch

Till your all better" The stitcher sang and continued his song

"A broken heart stitched back together will never heal, not with thoughts of sorrow, or greed, or hatred" The string turned black and the heart began to crack again

"Not without seeing their purpose of living" The stitcher hummed and finished his song. He began to question the heart.

"Who or what has broken you little one?"

"L-love is w-what has broken me" The heart whimpered

"Why?" The stitcher questioned "Is there no others you love? Or does no one love you little one?"

"M-my love left me for a-another and I h-h-have no one w-who loves me" The heart whimpered and tears began to fall from the heart

"You are lying little on, you cry thinking you are not loved. But you really are, if not then why are they here?" The stitcher motioned above and hearts with a light yellow glow appeared "These are the hearts that love you"

As the stitcher said this, the black stitches on the heart turned bright gold and the cracks began to heal, but the heart still continued to cry.

"B-but I don't deserve them!" The heart cried and the stitcher finished his work and held the heart

"A broken heart stitched back together will never heal, not with thoughts of sorrow, or greed, or hatred" He said in the same melodious tune as before 

"But with thoughts of love, or happiness, or friends that love you, may you heal" He hummed and held the heart up to the others that had appeared.

The heart floated high to the others and they came near to the stitched heart. The stitched heart continued to cry as the hearts encircled it. The hearts took them and lead them off into the darkness, their only light was from their golden glow.

This same process was repeated, a heart fell at the stitchers feet.The heart pulsated weakly as the stitcher picked it up. The heart said nothing as the stitcher went to work, but this heart was dark and the cracks ran deeper then the other had.

"Stitch, Stitch, Stitch

Stitch. Stitch, Stitch

Till your all better" The stitcher sang and continued his song

"A broken heart stitched back together will never heal, not with thoughts of sorrow, or greed, or hatred" The string turned black and the heart began to crack again

"Not without seeing their purpose of living" The stitcher hummed and finished his song. He began to question the heart.

"Who or what has broken you little one?"

"I-I-I b-b-broke m-m-myself" The heart whispered and the cracks deepened further. The stitcher sighed.

"You are loved, just like the others" The stitcher said, but his words were not greeted back for the heart had died before they even heard the words they had said. The stitcher shook his head and placed the heart, now pure black, on a pile of hearts just like it.

"Another heart dies because they can not see their foolishness" The stitcher shook their head and went back to another heart that had fallen at his feet

Again and again he repeated this process. Over and over again, hearts became healed because they knew they were loved and yet, over and over again, hearts died because they could not see they were loved