Empty Heart Novels & Stories

That one-liner, ‘give me your heart' was all it took to make me snap. “Thane, you don't get it.” I shot at him, my voice raised. “I do not have a heart to give you. There is nothing left in here.” I pressed my heart against my chest, my heart pounding with a dull beat, as though it were agreeing that there was indeed nothing there. “It's an empty, black hole sucking a part of me in it day by day, and I cannot give you that.” “Mira, I understand how you feel…”

Inside, the room remained eerily silent. Finally, it hit him—something was wrong. No matter how furious I had been before, I had never shut him out like this. That was, unless his worst fear had come to life. With trembling hands, he pushed the door open. The room was empty. Everything looked in order, except for the suitcase tucked away in the corner. As Carter opened it, his face drained of color. A heavy, sinking feeling settled in his chest. Deep down, he couldn't bring himself to accept the brutal truth. He had always been convinced that I would never walk away. But before him, the suitcase lay wide open, containing only my everyday clothes.

He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “You definitely caused cosmic-level emotional damage.” Eryndor groans immediately “Please stop speaking.” Theodore ignores him completely “But humans are kind of experts at being disasters.” A small smile touches my lips. Theodore shrugs “So yeah. We know people can change.” Silence spreads gently across the void. The Hollow breaks completely Not violently. Not destructively. Emotionally The endless darkness collapses inward around the lonely figure And for the first time The hunger disappears BOOM The heartbeat echoes softly through existence.

Maybe the songwriter was talking about me. 𝐴𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡.... 𝐴𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒... 𝐴 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡......

I thought that I have emptied my heart of your love, I just realised that I'd just been pretending to have done that all this while. All Hearts !

she whispered, her voice low and raw. I rested my chin on her lap, ears drooping as she stared off at nothing. I couldn’t understand what had happened—why they were pulled apart, why the girl with the kind eyes and warm lap wasn’t with us now—but I knew what sadness smelled like. Makayla smelled like heartbreak. Not the loud kind. Not the kind with tears or yelling. The quiet kind. The heavy kind. The type that lingered in your chest like smoke long after the fire had gone out.

It seems my chest has been torn open and there's this great chasm that needs to be filled. I shake my head and grip my hair in my two hands, despair filling me with anguish. My soul which had been full to the brim a year ago, screams with emptiness. I feel like a walking dead because I'm so full of extricating longing for the one person that almost ruined my life, that I wish I could rip out my heart from my chest just to ease the sensation.

"Go away. Get out of my house immediately." Something inside her broke. Her body didn't seem like her own body anymore. The despair she had long lost suddenly regained control. The hope in her heart turned into butterflies that quickly flew away, leaving her naked and empty. Coldness surrounded her whole body. Her chest suddenly ached intensely. Not only her heart but her entire chest ached, as if someone had drilled a hole into her heart. Someone reached between the empty spaces in her chest and grabbed her heart, squeezing it until it bled. A deep emptiness hugged her, reminding her that she belonged on the streets, reaching out her hands and begging for some food to fill her stomach.

I stand near the edge of the group, my arms folded loosely across my chest, pretending I’m just here out of curiosity like everyone else, but something pulls at me, soft but persistent. “Have you ever seen anything like it?” someone asks. “No,” another voice answers. “Not this fast.” “It was fine yesterday.” I swallow, my gaze flicking toward the tree again. The breath catches in my throat. It’s empty; that’s the only way I can describe it. Not just dead, dried out, or decaying. Empty. Like the life has literally been sucked out of it. And it’s not just the tree, but everything that was living in it. A strange, hollow ache settles in my chest. Guilt.

David couldn’t answer me–which is already an answer to me. I don’t know what to feel… but… I feel… empty. It feels like the hope I made for myself was exhausted to emptiness. Fuck, I don’t even know what to pay attention to anymore–my plan that failed or my shattering heart that’s like a glass of shards tightening around my chest.