The Thief of Hearts

Prologue

I could retrace my footsteps straight back to this morning when I overslept right, back to where I was before lunch time. I could do that without missing a single step. I remembered clearly and that's how I knew that it was stolen, not lost, not forgotten, which is weird since I am more likely to lose something than to have it stolen. That is saying something.

I remembered that I was heading into the library with a classmate, forgot her name... Not so much of a big deal. I forget things like that unless of course they were of importance. Anyway, it was mandatory that we leave our bags in the locker room, inside a locker before we enter the damn building full of old, worn out books and bored half to death librarians.

So I left my backpack there. Unfortunately I forgot my purse inside the bag just like I do every day. I carried my phone along with me because it was almost glued to my hands. I was the typical eighteen year old who was stuck to her cell.

I spent an hour in the library trying to study. Trying because my mine was all over the place and I was distracted by a certain fellow wearing reading glasses and and had awesome dark curly hair and his face was buried in a book.

I gave up right before the bell rang for lunch and went back to the locker room, to retrieve my backpack. The first thing I found was the door slightly open, as if I didn't lock it properly, but I knew I did. My curiosity kicked in and I fully opened to door and found the small pocket part of my backpack half open.

That was when I got worried. My heart began to race as I hoped that nothing was missing. I quickly checked the pocket and realized that my hope was fruitless.

My purse was missing.

A very simple, tiny silver one with a matching zipper and a small handle that I usually put my hand through and wear it like a hand band, because it was that small.

It didn't have much inside though,  just five hundred dollars, a bus ticket home and my apartment keys. No big deal, right?

I cried for rest of the day.

Literally.