My Heart

From atop a cliff, the boy stared out over the ocean with tears in his eyes.

Even after several years it just hurt too much.

The man he had loved as a child had given his life so that the boy could live. He made the child take his new power and run without looking back.

The dark skinned boy wiped at his tears with a black sleeve, but it was no use. The crystalline droplets just kept coming.

He had been ten when it all happened.

Now at the age of thirteen he had mastered some of his power and was finally ready to do it- to rid himself of that which was causing him pain.

To throw away his heart.

Pressing one hand on his chest, the boy clenched his eyes shut and grit his teeth as he felt the power go through his chest and out the other side with a sting of pain.

When he finally opened his grey orbs he saw the thing which had been causing him so much pain beating steadily in his hand.

His heart...

Without it he could hardly feel any emotion. Just what he wanted.

His tears had stopped flowing and he stared blankly at the ocean as he extended his arms and tossed the organ into the blue depths.

What was the point of having a heart if he had no one to love?

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The pale boy pouted as he walked along the beach, his hands shoved in his pockets.

He and his best friend had gotten into a fight over a toy robot the boy had made, ending in both going separate ways.

The child kicked at the waves as they washed over his feet and adjusted his ill-fitting goggles as they threatened to fall around his neck from their perch on his forehead, keeping his flaming red hair up.

He was upset, obviously.

Even at the age of ten the child still liked to play with his toys. He had wanted this last one to dance and move and feel like any other human would.

But his friend had argued with him; saying that toy robots couldn't feel. They didn't have hearts, so how could they feel?

The red haired child had huffed and stormed off, swearing high and low that he would make his creation feel something- anything. But no matter how well he could control his power over metal, the boy had yet to figure it out.

With a sigh he stopped and sat down right there in the waves.

Sure they were harmful to him, sure they drained away all his energy, but he didn't care.

He was stumped.

Laying back in the wet sand, the boy stared up angrily at the sky until the sound of the waves and the tropical heat lulled him to sleep.

He was woken a few hours later by something hitting his leg.

Sitting up, the red haired child noticed with groggy eyes that the tide had come in dangerously high, but what caught his attention was the small red object that hit his leg repeatedly as it danced with the push and pull of the ocean's waves.

As his tiredness left him and he picked up the object, the boy's eyes widened with wonder.

In his hand he held a human heart.

A beating human heart.

All traces of slumber now vanished, the boy jumped up in excitement and stared in wonder down at the small organ.