Once upon a time, there was a thief who stole the heart of a couple.

Where his heart used to be rests an icebox.

He stole their hearts for all the right reasons; he stole it because he once too experienced heartbreak.

He stole their hearts to save them from misery and pain.

On the coldest day, he would enter the couples

home, lurking until the opportunity came.

When the opportunity came he leapt out from the shadows to plunge his dagger straight through their chest then ripped out their hearts and fled like a thief in the night.

The couple shared their last moment in a puddle of blood while laid out on the cold marble floors, hand in hand,

till death do us part.