Second Round

The novice heart did not even survive one round; the blood had been drained before all of the crowd had even taken their seats.

Sad heart; weep for it. The scarcely living thing was never even permitted to experience the heady, dizzying fullness of love. All it really caught was a glimpse of what could have been, might have been, and such glimpses are far from satisfying.

But I am undeterred; as I bury the dead heart, I am already planning the cloning of another.