I’ve been carrying this idea around in my head for a long time. It was supposed to be a longer story, but I’m tired of thinking about it.

 

His younger brother was going on a trip with their mother. It may be forever until they see each other again. He always hated his brother, but today he thought that he will miss him. With one hand, he held his younger brother’s shoulder. With the other, he placed it against his brother’s chest and pushed very, very hard.

“Ouch, that hurts.”

He pulled out a piece of heart. It was small with rounded corners, shined as though it were wet.

As his brother was leaving the next day, both pretended that nothing had happened. Many years passed before the youngest finally remembered the piece he left behind. He returned and, miraculously, each brother recognized the other.

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