Lucie

Lucie found her heart in a Fernery, on a Monday. Wearing a dress that sleeved her hips. Hem close to the ground, bare feet. What else to do? Lucie picked it from the ground. Surely the reason behind the dress would have seen a faded sequin, abandoned in the soil. Did not gave it a second look. That's the thing with heart, unless it's yours, you walk away. It is a really small heart. There was no pocket in the siren dress, so Lucie's heart got stowed away next to her library card and instantaneously forgotten.

Last Monday, Lucie sought her heart for the nth time. She had forgotten about the library hideway until then. The heart now has a scar from the library. So, she decided to shift it to the ID fold. Trouble will be on, although the siren dress may never be used again.
But Lucie, Tendre Lumiere, I'm not sure hearts beat that well, once identified.
I see I am going to have to take your heart away. For you to find again, in a familiar cage, beating against your bones. I don't think you'll love me for that.

Fink - Trouble is what you're in