A little story by the anonymous goddess...

There once was a girl who held some many things inside her she never opened up for fear of not being able to stop the flood. She arranged her insides so crushed they were solid leaving her with almost an empty feeling. The kind of empty that only can come from the inability to experience more. This girl lived in the tower of an abandoned castle way up on a hill. She could see all the way to the ocean on clear days and she took comfort in cloudy days when she did not know what was outside. The outside world scared her. A wanderer came to her castle one day. He was dressed in rags and smelled of travel. Believing the castle was empty he took shelter there for the night. When he woke the girl was standing above him just watching. As he opened his eyes she ran away, back to her tower. Disoriented from sleep he just watched her go. A bit later he let curiousity take control and he explored the castle. With every step he climbed towards the tower she built a bigger barricade on the other side of the door. Finally out of items to use she hid in the emptiness of her room. He tried the door once. Twice. Like the saying the third time is the charm he was able to break down her wall. They just stared at eachother once he was in. She not sure what she was running from. He not sure what he was chasing after. To break the silence he pulled a trick from his pocket. Actually it was just a flower the kind that explode apon exposure. She broke down and smiled. From then on they were insepperable. He told her of her travels and she hungry for more asked to hear the same stories over and over. Wanderlust took control of his heart once again and he prepared to leave as soon as the sun rose. Falling deep into sleep in her arms she watched him sleep once again. Slowly she repositioned him and walked to the windowsil. With the greatest of care she opened her chest only enough for a single hand to reach inside. She took out her heart and closed her chest before anything was disturbed. She placed her heart in his pocket and fell asleep next to him. When she woke up she was alone. He was running farther and farther by the time she realized she was alone. Out of breath he stopped and reached in his pocket pulling out her heart. He held it for a while, remember her like some terrible cliche. He then reached into his pack and removed a small velvet pouch. Reaching inside he pulled out several other hearts. Holding a handful of hearts he walked away. Sometimes he was clumsy and dropped one. Sometimes out of boredom he would juggle them. But never would he give them back.