As I entered the museum alone, I noticed that there was no one else in the building except for a couple of gaurds. I walked around trying to see anything of interest but found nothing.

The building was devoid of any objects or arts except for one thing at the middle of the museum. It shone on a pedestal. It had nothing gaurding it except for a glass top.

The object inside was not only weird but unexpected at a museum. It was a heart. It was a human heart taken out of someone, preserved and put in the glass.

I looked down at the sign on the pedestal. It read: “The heart that was lost when you fell to the shadows.”

I stumbled back and looked at it. Why? This museum was only dedicated to this? I looked at it and pondered. Did I really lose my heart? I certainly am not the same person that I was before.

So yes. I did lose my heart but something else too. My mind. My trust. My happiness.