"Why is there a beating heart in your school locker?" Ethan asked almost freaking out. Almost.
He looked more concerned about the constant bleeding of my arm.
"Don't shout." Jude scolded Ethan as he took my hand and covered it with his handkerchief again. "Meraki. We need to take you to the nurse's office. You are losing too much blood."
"Why not just heal her yourself?"
"Can't you do that, Jude?"
I just looked at the heart in my box as their voices seemed to fade away in the background.
Whose heart is this?
I don't know. Kefi. Wouldn't it be mine?
I don't know. It doesn't ... feel like yours.
How is mine supposed to feel like? Care to tell me?
I think, you would ... just know. You know? Feel any attachments to it?
