Hi, I'm Jasmine Wayne.
My favorite thing to do in the world is playing my guitar. For the record, it's an acoustic guitar. I like sharing my music with my friends. It always makes me smile. But something makes me different from me and my friends. For some reason, I feel like I'm invisible. And by that I mean everyone else have boyfriends and girlfriends but I don't. My heart was filled with sorrow, but my music would always make it feel better.
One day as I was walking down the street, I saw a boy sitting next to a dumpster. Was he homeless? Well, couldn't hurt to ask. I walked up to him but when I got a closer look I saw that he had a skull like face. "Hey, who are you?" He looked up at me with his bright blue eyes. "You're heart is filled with sorrow." "How could you tell?" "Everyone I meet is sad." "Well, maybe we can start by getting to know each other. I'm Jasmine. What's your name?" He looked at me for a second before he told his name. "Hobo Heart." Hobo Heart? What kind of name is that? "Where are you from Hobo?" "Far away from here." That didn't help my question, but I shrugged it off. "Why do you have a skull on your face?" "I can't help it, it's a part of me." "Well that's nothing to be ashamed about." I agreed to meet Hobo every day when I'm not busy.
My friends and I were at a cafe chatting. "Where were you yesterday?" I told them about how I met Hobo Heart. But they just laughed about it. "You must have been alone so long you're hallucinating." "How could you say that?!" "Do you have some imaginary boyfriend or something?" They just laughed and I stormed out of there!
I stayed in my room for the rest of the day. I was so made at my friends! How could they say something like that?! I decided to grab my guitar to calm myself down. While I was lost in thought, I heard a dog barking outside my house. I looked out my window to see that it was a dog. I went outside to greet him but as I got to it, he started running off. "Hey, where are you going?" I followed him and when he started, he was right next to Hobo Heart. "Oh, is he yours?" "Yes, he is." "What's his name?" "Actually he doesn't have one." "Oh, okay." I told Hobo Heart about what my friends said earlier. "Maybe if I introduced you to them, they'll believe me." "That's not possible." "What do you mean?" "I have a purpose, and I have to do it?" "What is this purpose?" "You don't want to know." If this is something personal, then I won't bother him.
One day I decided to bring my guitar to play it to Hobo. I sat next to him and started playing. As I was playing, Hobo gave me a surprised face. "What is it?" "Your heart, it's filled with joy." "My music always brings me joy." "I just don't understand." "What do you mean?" "I think it's time you go." "Wait, come with me. I want to show you my house." "Okay." He pulled up his hood and we started walking. But as we were walking, I now that some people are looking sad. "What's wrong with everyone?" "I told you everyone I meet is sad." "You make them sad?" "I can't help it." We got to my house and led him to my room. "Do you like it?" He looked away for some reason. "What's wrong?" "How can you be happy around me?" "How could I not? I feel like you're the best thing that has happened to me." "If you know the truth, it'll be your worst." He looked uncomfortable about something. "Hobo, if something is bothering you, you can tell me." "Okay, but you're not going to like this." He took a deep breath and explained everything. "I collect the hearts of people who's heart is filled with sorrow and sadness and give them to the tree. If I don't do it, bad things would happen." "Why would you do something like that?" "It's what I was created to do." At that moment, I realized that Hobo Heart wasn't human! "You're not human...aren't you?" "No, I'm not." "If you're not human, what are you?" "I'm a Gerberling." It turns out that Hobo has been collecting hearts to this forbidden tree. "But I failed my purpose but managed to stop it." "What happened?" He got up and ask me something. "Do you value you're heart?" "Huh?" "Your heart, do you value it?" "Yes...I do." "I can't let this happen again." He then left the room and went off. "Hobo, wait!" I didn't see him after that.
Over the next few days, I miss Hobo. Even my guitar couldn't make me feel better. At school, my friends were mocking about how I kept thinking about Hobo Heart. "What is your problem guys?!" "You're the one with the problem." "What makes you think this guy is real?" "I think you've got mad Jasmine." "STOP IT! JUST STOP! Hobo is the only one who makes me feel normal!" I ran out of there in tears.
When I got home, I decided to play tear drops on my guitar by Taylor Swift. The song made me feel better a little. After playing the song with tears in my eyes, I ended up falling asleep. Suddenly, I heard Hobo's dog barking. I got up and run to it. "What is it boy?" He wanted me to follow him so I did. The dog brought me to a crime scene. "What?! Why did you bring me here?!" I looked over at the scene to see that the person who was dead had an opening in their chest! I asked the police what happened. They told me that their heart was ripped out. Wait, heart? That's when I realized, it was Hobo who did this! I left the crime scene with the dog. "Is this want you wanted to tell me?" The dog barked in response. Suddenly, I felt a cold breeze touching my hand. It was Hobo. He didn't have his hoodie on. His body did look like a skeleton. I saw that there was a sown place on his chest. "What's going on Hobo? Why are you doing this?" He looked away, feeling ashamed. "I have to do this. It's the only way I can stay alive." "Alive?" "I have to tell you something." He looked at me with sad eyes. "You weren't the only girl who was happy around me. You see, there was a girl named C.C. and she was the only person who was happy around me. I fell in love with her. But she ended up filling my heart with sorrow so I gave her my heart because I vaulted it." "Wait a minute, you have her your heart?!" "I didn't need it anymore." "But you can die without a heart!" "And that's why I get a new one, but it doesn't last long." It's almost like having a heart transplant multiple times. "What happened to her and the heart?" "The tree I was telling you about, I had to give it six hearts. My heart ended up being the last one." "And C.C.?" "I...killed her..." "What?! Why would you do that?! And to someone you loved?!" "She didn't value her heart! So I had to take it to save my life!" "So that's why you'd asked me that." "I though she actually cared about me, but she said I was a monster at the end!" I could see that Hobo was heartbroken. I couldn't imagine going through what he's going through. "Hobo, I could never hate you. You make me feel normal. I'm happy around you." "How could you be happy with someone like me?" "Maybe I needed someone like you in my life. Don't worry, I will always value my heart and to you." For the first time, I saw him smiled. "Thank you Jasmine." We ended up kissing.
A few days later, I stopped talking about Hobo to my friends. But that doesn't mean I can tell them I have a boyfriend now. "So, who's this guy?" "His name is Hugo and we're long distance dating." "Aren't long distance relationships hard to handle?" "We make it work." What they didn't know is Hugo is actually what call Hobo when I'm around people. Over time I shared my music to those who needed to heal their hearts. And Hobo Heart was my number one fan.
