QUOTE : As she placed her stil-beating heart in the hole she'd dug, there on it's surface another golden fleck swirled into existence. It was then that she knew she was doing the right thing. Keeping her own heart when she'd already decided who it belonged to felt wrong, as if she was holding stolen possessions. No. Her heart was no longer hers, couldn't be Vincent's, and sadly, was never to be Jim's.