The Heartsmith

Chapter 1

I can’t believe I did that… thats all that ran through my head when he left, after telling me when and where his wedding was and that he was excited I was coming. Why would I do that to his heart? I’ve never done anything like this before? What possessed me to do that?

How could I do something so selfish?! I stood from my seat and began to pace around my workshop trying to come up with a way to fix this. Theres always the possibility that the love he has for his wife will win out in the end.... It all depends on who loves who more.

 

What am I think? Of course the love he has for his wife will win out, they’ve known each other longer and they have strong feelings about each other. I met him, what, a week ago? I didn’t even know his name! He did bring me cake though, while we were eating he made me laugh a lot. All I really knew about him was what I saw in his heart when I tried to fix it. He cared too much about people and he only ever wanted others to be happy, he loves to deeply to fast and its always ended up hurting him in the end it seems like.

 

His heart was nearly broken in two when I got it. I never asked anyone what happened to their heart when they bring it to me. I have never really cared for how it broke, I just know I need to fix it, by any means possible. My dad told me that you shouldn’t ask, you should just fix it, fix them.

 

I sat back down and fiddled with some random parts I had laying around. Why would I do that? I could have just waited till the new shipment came. But his wedding was in two days. The shipment wouldn’t arrive for another week. I still shouldn’t have done what I did.

 

I put almost all my love I had left in my heart into his. I know my love will come back, eventually, time will always heal a broken heart. Now a days though, people want their hearts fixed as soon as possible after they get them broken, which is how I currently felt, broken...

 

I tore myself away from my thoughts to see that it was already dark out and way past my closing time. I pushed myself up from my chair and made my way over to the door to lock it and turn the ‘Open’ sign around to show the closed’ side. I looked out through my window onto the, normally, very busy street but now there were only a few people. A young couple with their daughter, two elderly women holding hands and crossing the street, and two teenagers running back and forth across the empty street chasing one another.

 

It never ceases to amaze me at how much love there is in our world. Our world today seems to revolve around money and new technology, there was little love in the growing in the big industries a while ago, but then people started realizing they could fix hearts and thats where I come into play. Heartsmiths haven’t always been around. When love was everywhere they weren’t needed but when the love of power became stronger than the power of love thats when hearts became corrupted. But now that I’m around, and several others, we can fix peoples hearts and restore love. No one knows love better than a Heartsmith.

 

 Sometimes when I don’t leave my shop for days on end I forget how amazing it is out there in the world, but it's also terrifying. There's so much beauty but there's also so much pain. I closed my blinds, not wanting to be reminded that I wouldn’t be able to love anyone like those people can…not for a while anyway.

 

I walked across the messy room towards the stairs on the right side, the ones on the left went to storage, up the stairs and to my bedroom. I sat down on my bed that was in the center of a small room and began talking off my gloves and boots and apron and vest. I really didn’t feel like changing into my pajamas, I really didn’t feel like doing anything at all. I sat there for a while before finally laying down and covering myself in all my many blankets.