John's heart.

John's heart was drawn with black acrylic paint. It lasted for a while and when it was fully gone, John was hit by the absence. He kept wandering on the pebbled beach looking for it. He looked under the stones, in caves and behind leaves. He swam far out in the sea to search for it. Under the water and on the surface, hoping it floated. He found it later that day in his tent. It was lying right next to him, brave and strong. It was in someone else's body, beating fast, just for him.