I don't even know about this one.

The mist curls around her slender feet, trying to wake her numb body. The pulsing of the wrecked heart on her finger tips keeps her awake. Do not let go. I told him, all of them, do not let go. What do they go and do? They dropped it Stupid. It wasn’t the same when she wasn’t the one holding her heart in her own hands. She was always worried. Always anxious to have it back in her grasp. To watch the damage fall upon it, instead of only feeling it. Just keep walking, get to another sunny place. The mist continued to swirl, her light tears continued to fall. It was too foggy to see anything ahead of him. He could barely see his black and blue heart in the palm of his cupped hands. He shakes his head, Well that was a colossal waste of time. She was a colossal waste of time. He continues to march on, steady. His feet hurt, his heart begins to get cold. He breathes his life onto it, hoping it won’t freeze before he reaches someone else to give it to. The steady thrum of his thoughts continue to bang on his skull. I need something…to take this away. His feet pitter against the unseen ground. He continues to wonder where he will end up next. The mist starts to form a shape up ahead, but not around something shiny and bright like it usually does when another person comes strutting in her life. No, it was a dark shadow, walking just as slowly and carefully as she. She keeps her eyes focused on her feet, so she won’t trip and fall and lose her heart in the mist. She doesn’t see the shadowy figure walking straight in her path. Humming lullabies in attempt to hush her moaning heart. It kicks its life in her palms, reminding her of why she was walking alone. The fog has a strange affect on his eyes and the ground. It makes him feel like he is walking on air. He shields his heart against the world, keeping it tucked against his broken chest. He shuffles his feet slowly letting the sound lull him into a trace. He can’t see shit let alone hear anything…except…a tune of some sort. Great, now I am going crazy. He keeps on walking, ignoring the melody that seems to play all around him. Step one hundred and 43, step one hundred and 44. That’s when she bumps into something unexpected. “Fuck.” She cries as she feels her heart squirm out of her grasp and onto the misty covered floor. “What the shit?” someone utters. Son of a bitch, where is it, where is it. His heart seemed to jump out of his hand when he bumped into that…thing. He is on his hands and knees, crawling around and searching. Ah-ha! He holds the bloody thing in his cupped hands and breathes upon it again. Funny, he didn’t feel that tingling thing in his stomach when he does that. “Oh.” She gasps as she feels something kick against her stomach. She picks up the battered heart, looking at it from every perspective. It looked like hers, but it didn’t feel like it. “I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t know anyone walked these parts.” a voice whispers. She looks up to find more than boy but not quite yet a man looking at her with a face full of boredom and hurt. “Did I hurt you?” she asks, judging by his face. Well fuck, I don’t even know his name and I seem to have hurt him. “What? Oh, no. I..well…how do you know I am hurt or whatever?” “Your face.” “Well, wow. Thanks.” “Oh god. NO! I didn’t mean it like that.” Her ears turn bright red and she looks everywhere but him, but soon settles on his face again. He smirks and that bloody mass kicks while he hears the girl gasp again. He looks puzzled and pulls it up at eye level so he could see it better. Wait…this one isn’t mine. It feels…different. “Are you alright? Are you hurt or something?” “No, it just…oh nothing. I guess I am just feeling woozy. From the collision and all. But I better get going…so yeah. Bye!” And with that she dashes off into the misty fog. He places his odd feeling heart in his pocket. That should be a much safer place in case that happens again. He walks on with even slower steps, wanting to turn around but won’t. It’s too soon. She stops and looks at the heart a little more. Fuck, I picked up his. She continues to stare at the bruises and the scars. It pumps in her hand, beating faster than a normal pace. She caresses a scar that looks a little raw and the heart jumps a little in her hand. She turns around, tucks the heart against her chest and tries to find him. Wow. He looks at all the damage this heart has accumulated. It could have been an exact replica of his but it was just a tiny shade darker than his own. This girl is even more fucked up then me. A smile plays on his lips and he feels his heart flutter off in the distance. He kisses one of the scars, she’ll never know. And turns around to find her, to return it. Mmm, there it is again. This time she doesn’t gasp. She just hugs his heart closer. There she is. He stops in front of her without a word. She doesn’t say anything as well. They at each other’s faces, but neither has any emotion masked upon it. He can see she has something glimmering behind her eyes. God, they are beautiful. He wonders what she can see in his. Then the silence is disturbed by her whisper. “This is yours, I think.” She nods towards her curled hands in front of her chest. “Yes.” He can feel his pocket pulsing at sonic speed and sees his heart thumping against her hands. They continue to look at each other, not offering the others heart back. It just feels right, the moment. It feels right where their hearts are, in the other’s possession. “Remedy.” She mutters. “Pardon?” He questions, with mysterious eyes probing her. “My name. That’s my name: Remedy.” His heart quivers against her chest. He clears his throat. “Abel.” She nods her head once. Like she set in stone and memory.“Where were you going?” “I wasn’t really sure. I usually just wander around on this path until I come across something. It may be a place or a person. But it’s always sunny and warm. Not like the path.” “Do you do this often.?” Why the heck am I sounding like a fucking psychiatrist? She laughs a jingling laugh, “Just when ever that thing in your pocket gets damaged.” “I reckon that happens a lot.” Then he suddenly feels stupid for saying that once he sees her frown and looking off in the distance. “Well, yeah.” She mumbles. “But you have the same problem.” She gestures towards his heart. He nods his head solemnly and rubs the back of his neck. “So what now?” He asks after an uncomfortable silence. “Come.” And she takes his hand. “Where will we go?” “I don’t know, but I have a feeling it will be a good place." They walk into the swallowing mist and fog with their hearts humming.