"that's my heart," i said tiredly
"didn't you hear?" he challenged with a smirk, "i'm a bandit and I stole it."
"can't you give it back?" i pleaded as the grip on my neck tightened.
"no."
"why," i gasped for breath.
"you need to pay. if i give it back, you'll heal."
"i couldn't have healed anyways," i choked out as my last breath caught.
"and that's why you're dead."
Note-
Um yeah...
So tomorrow I have to write English essays...