Jacks (Prince of Hearts)

I was always a deluded romantic, innocent, pure, and sweet, but I'd never had a romance, never had my heart stolen, and that made me known in a way. I moved to a small town, not very well-known, but somehow magical, and there was a church where the brokenhearted went. However, the church door disappeared, replaced by a marble wall, and no one entered anymore. But one day, I was walking and found an alley, barely lit, and there was a door with broken hearts painted on it, and I was sure it was the church door. He let me in, and I found myself in a huge place, all white; nothing there was any color other than white. So, I walked further, and on one of the back benches, a boy, who looked about my age, was sitting, his head bowed in a corner, as if he didn't want to be disturbed. So I walked further and stopped in front of the famous statue of the Prince of Hearts