In this world, people are measured by hearts.

No.

Not like in a video game.

They don't have little heart matters above there head all the time, even if that would be super helpful.

Everyone is born halfhearted.

This means that there is another heart out there somewhere that will fit perfectly with yours.

It's such a romantic idea isn't it?

Everyone goes thought life looking for the perfect match.

What happens if that perfect match dies?

Don't worry, there can be more then one person who fits with you.

Sounds great right?

Well, there's a problem, hearts are kind of fickle, and they don't really communicate with the brain very well.

So sometimes people fall for someone that isn't right for them.

But still, because of the culture, they force their hearts to line up.

Because of this bad things can happen.

Like ending up with a broken heart.

Or even worse, being a heartless.

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Satin slumped against the wall, her centaur body pressing against the length of the wood door frame.

She watched Tea and Ribbon dancing.

The lights hitting them just right, each movement was long and slow as they waltzed in the center of the room.

"I don't think they're so perfect for each other," Chanty said stepping up beside Satin. Her tall Kirin horn decorated for the festivities.

"Of course you'd say that. You just want me to feel better." Satin smiled weakly still struggling to keep tears out of her eyes.

"No, I'm staying that because it's true." Chanty huffed.

Satin rolled her eyes as the song came to an end.

"You're a pirate, what do you know about love?" She teased her friend.

"Everything," Chanty sighed touching her palm to a long scar on her chest where her heart would have been.

Satin grew quite.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"No your not, you can walk home your self tonight." Chanty huffed and pulled away.

Satin stood alone the rest of the night, she did her best to smile.

It was pointless.