The Heart that Wasn't a Heart
Thump-thump, thump-thump…
Such a heavy weight around her neck, she could always feel it like a brand against her skin. She kept it hidden away, for if anyone knew what it was she possessed in this tragedy of a world. She’d end up like the rest of them. Once, years ago, beyond thought and most memory it had been different. What she had that now felt like some sort of albatross around her neck was mere commonplace. Before humanity forgot that it was humane. Before they fell into such despair. She knew there were others like her. But they were few and far between. Difficult to find. And even if you did stumble across one, they were even more difficult to communicate with. Such was their burden. Shared but infinitely alone. She, that is to say, the heroine as only some would come to call her was so very Other, nothing could have prepared this new world for her. Elenor was a bright flame that had been hidden for far too long in the shadows. Her time had come and with it a time for all to either be reborn or pass into the afterlife. She hoped they chose wisely and that whatever choice brought them the peace lacking in life.