As rewards...

Well, long time no see with you guys! *cough* This is the story I've found at my question sheet at my school. This story is really interesting and consists of a high moral value (you must read it!) so I decided to re-write this story as my version with no changing except the character position.

Disclaimer!
Her Gift to Him was .... (c) Michele Cempaka
His Gift to Her was .... (c) yume fuusen - me

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His Gift to Her was ....

He cut out a piece and sent it to her in a small metal box with broken latch. Three days later it arrived at her place, smelling like rancid meat that had been baking in the sun for several days. She opened the box carefully, afraid to see what she might discover.

Even before she looked inside, she knew what its contain would be and as she suspected, she found a large portion of his heart.

She picked up the jagged scrap of flesh, feeling its rough wetness between her fingers. It felt so small and light in her hand. She didn’t know what to do with. She’d told him not to send it, but he has insisted.

She looked around the room, searching for a container for it, something that would keep his heart more securely sealed, unlike the metal box that he had sent it in.

She would keep his heart, for she knew it was no small gift that he had sent her. Yet, she still could stand the sight and smell of it, and knew that she must store it away soon.

Maybe she could send it back ho his. Why did he have to choose her? She walked toward the kitchen, her right hand still holding on to the heart fragment. With her left hand, she opened a cupboard and felt around until her hand touched a cylinder-shaped container.

“I’ll put it in here and then I’ll figure out what to do with it,” she said for himself.

The heart fit nicely in the container, there was even room to spare. Now all that she needed was a lid. She searched inside the cupboard again and spotted three lids. She tried one and then the next, and finally the last, but none fit the container. Her head was beginning to feel light, so she sat down on a sofa nearby and started at the hand that had just held his heart.

He had thought about it for a long time before he made a decision to do it. A gift... a gift of a total love, something that always be remembered and cherished.

He thought that this gift, the gift of his heart, would ensure everlasting love with her. He’d done this twice before, cutting away a silver and sending it off to his lover, but both times it was refused.


His heart was not as strong as it once was — before the time he had cut two pieces out of it — but he didn’t care. “This time,” he thought, I will send an even bigger piece and there will be no doubting the depth of my love for her.”

He took out a small paring knife from the kitchen drawer and began to slowly cut away at the scarred surface of his chest.

Very little blood spilled out as he reached inside and carefully felt around until he touched that organ known as his heart, which beat ever so softly now.

He pulled it out of the opening and began to cut away a large portion, leaving just half of his heart for herself.

“Take it, take it, take it!” he chanted in a loud singsong voice, his head rocking from side to side.

He could feel the fragment pulsating in his hand — a vibrating sensation crept up his arm. For an instant, he thought about giving her his entire heart, but he knew that this would surely kill him.

Instead, he took the piece and gently placed it inside the metal box he had found stored high up on a closet shelf.

The box had been given to him by his mother many years ago when he was still a young boy.

“Put your special things in here — things that you hold most sacred,” she’d said to him. “One day you can open the box and rediscover your treasures as though they were brand-new.”

The box had remained soothingly empty, holding the promise of treasures to come. Now his heart lay inside its red velvet interior — its color darkening into a deep maroon.

The beating slowed and then stopped. He closed the lid and put the box inside another cardboard box filled with Styrofoam pieces.

He would send it to her today, and he would wait for as long as it took for her to return to him.

A peace filled him now, spreading down from the top of his head and into his weakened heart.

~ End ~

I'll started to make this as a remake story after finished my try out at school and damn... I'm sure I can't pass it! *cried at the corner*
If you're a Hetalian, I bet you've already know what pair in this story 8D
Thanks to Michele Cempaka who wrote this original version. I'm sorry if I use your story as my version without your permission. m(_ _)m