The Buyer

I am the buyer of hearts. Broken hearts to be specific.

I keep them in glass containers in a temperature controlled room. When I hold them one by one, I can feel the history of their stored memories and they each charge me in their own special way.

I wasn't always a Buyer, eons ago I sold my own heart too. It was too painful and I wanted to forget everything. Then I realised that, with my new heart and 200,000 gold coins. I was feeling empty. And the worst part, I have no way or word to describe this feeling of unexplainable emptiness. It's like an endless void that gnaws at you everyday and it just grows bigger and bigger with time.

Since then, I have been trying to track down this old heart of mine. The Buyer before me does not keep hearts like me, he recycles them after he gets tired of them. My original heart is out there recycled in one of you and it's my job to find it.

I was beginning to lose hope, listening to the heartbeats of countless hearts that were either too fast or too slow.

That was until I met You.