Buried Hearts Ep 1 Novels & Stories

“What… what did you see?” “I watched a woman nearly die.” I dragged my hand through my hair pacing, unable to contain the adrenaline still pumping through me. “A woman risking everything for children that aren’t even hers. A woman who carried life with more courage than I’ve seen in years.” I thought of Zara’s convulsing body. Her pale skin. My heart still breaks each time I think of it.. “Sebastian, please… don’t say that.” “No. Listen carefully.” I met her eyes.

A deep, aching pull I don’t understand. Am I broken? Or have I buried the truth under so many expectations, I can’t even feel it? I curl beneath the covers, eyes still open. The celebration is over. The mask is off. But the questions remain.

After some time, he exited the app without sending anything. He then started scrolling on his phone instead. The ground around him was littered with ash and discarded cigarette butts. I could tell that he was deeply unsettled. But what exactly was he so frustrated about? I was gone, and he got to be under the same roof as his dearly beloved. Wasn't this exactly what he wanted? As I stood on the balcony, staring blankly at the moon, the sound of a news broadcast drifted out from somewhere. "The police received a call from passersby. A woman's body was found in the city moat by a local fisherman. The estimated time of death was three days ago. No one has claimed her body yet."

I pulled up the video from that online post and showed it to her. Sophia's face turned pale, and she was left speechless. Eventually, she lowered her head and turned to leave, but then she stopped at the door. "Would you believe me if I told you that I never understood how much you meant to me until I lost you?" "It doesn't matter anymore, Sophia. Whatever I felt for you is already gone." Just after I closed the door, the noise came from outside my bedroom. Samantha Carter poked her head out, hair tousled and eyes sleepy. "I can smell the food," she murmured.

“But something’s coming.” Alex didn’t argue. “I feel it too,” he admitted. “Like the ground shifting under things I thought were buried.” Lily swallowed. “Whatever it is… don’t shut me out.” “I won’t,” Alex promised. “Not anymore.” They hung up in silence. Across the city, plans tightened. Histories stirred. And truths long buried began to echo. Some echoes didn’t fade. They returned.

Selene was dead, and Lucian would spend the rest of his life behind bars. Life could be so shocking, so fleeting—its twists waiting just around the corner. Then, suddenly, I felt a soft light embrace me. My body began to lift, as if floating upward. I watched Milo grow faint, his figure blurring before me. In my mind, I whispered, Thank you, Milo, for being by my side when I needed you most. If I meet you in the next life, I will find you. I will give you all my heart.

A moment later, his head jerked back, his eyes rolled up, and he collapsed to the floor, unconscious. I hovered in the air, watching everything below with cold detachment. There was no satisfaction in any of it, only sorrow. The world was full of love that always came too late. Now, there was no chance I could ever return to them. While the others scrambled to bring Dad back, Carly lowered her head and typed on her phone. Her eyes were still glistening with tears. I saw it clearly. She was sending an anonymous tip to the police, pinning my murder on a rogue who had already fled. She was weaving a lie, one that would bury the truth of my death for good.

Date = 14 February Three weeks passed. A sorrowful time. A therapeutic time. A time of grieving and healing. Place = San Francisco (graveyard) That’s where you bury the dead. POV - Melaena I shift my legs, trying to find a position that doesn’t make every muscle in my body complain like a group of pensioners at a broken elevator. The freshly planted grass covering the heap beneath me is soft, still damp from morning dew, the blades bending under my weight.

She had learned its rhythms, mapped its exits, pressed folders behind maintenance files and moved photographs from corkboards and counted forty-second camera loops in her head. She had been buried. She was standing. The kettle clicked off. She poured the cups. Outside the window the gardener disappeared around the far corner of the hedge and the grounds were empty and still and the gate stood open at the bottom of the drive in the pale October light. Just open. Just hers.

GRAVEYARD~~ EVENING Olivia buried her daughter with the same hands that once held her the first time she entered the world. Nobody came with her to the graveyard, but she did not want anyone there anyway. At that moment, all she wanted was silence. She sat beside the freshly covered grave and slowly placed her trembling hand on it while tears rolled endlessly down her cheeks. All these years, she had only dreamed about Lily receiving a new heart and finally leaving the hospital healthy. Never once had she imagined burying her instead.