Empty Heart 소설 & 이야기

"Absolutely not. My heart still belongs to Anthony, you know that, and that's not happening, we both have people in our lives that we obviously care about. Mia chuckled softly. "I know, I know-just thought I'd ask. But seriously, Noah, not to shut yourself off completely. This is a new chapter in your life, and though it wasn't what you've expected, it can very well turn into something….unexpected, you never know NJ. Noah sighed, his words awakening the pang of sorrow whenever Anthony was brought up. He had been her first love, her everything, and though he was gone, that part of her still clung to the love she had had for him.

"I don't think Andien would have any trouble getting plastic surgery. She has enough wealth, especially since you said someone managed to get into Vishnu's study." "I've known you for a long time, Kenan. You still love Andien, so you decided to keep looking for her. Andien has suffered more than any woman could accept!" Kenan didn't answer when his mobile phone rang and he saw Alinda's name on the screen. "What's wrong Alinda?" asked Mark. "Anjani. Anjani had a heart attack. The hospital needs permission to operate," Alinda replied quickly. "What? Why didn't the hospital call me?" Kenan asked loudly.

They went to the same restaurant Xavier and I went to on our first date, smiling in a carefree manner as she sat in the place where I used to sit. She wanted every memory I had with Xavier to be filled with her shadow in his heart. I felt like I was now forced to watch a movie that didn't belong to me play out before my eyes. Misty told me to stop watching, but I couldn't stop myself from scrolling further. The pain in my chest eventually grew numb. Eventually, there was nothing left but an unexpected calmness in my heart. As it turned out, even emotions didn't bother showing anymore once someone had reached peak disappointment in someone else.

"I was just… I had a momentary lapse of judgment! I wanted success too badly. I wanted to give you a better life." "Give me a better life?" I grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. "Yvonne, do you have any idea how powerful I am? To me, Singer Tech is nothing but a speck of dust. The investment you worked so hard to secure was something I could've easily provided with just one word. "You were willing to sacrifice me just to curry favor with Zoey. Do you even realize that if I wanted to, the Malcom family could disappear from this world by tomorrow?"

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

the assistant replied. His assistant handed him the donation agreement that I had signed. Joseph did not take it. He turned his face away, and his shoulders trembled violently. Despair radiated from him. Yvette felt extremely happy inside after confirming that I was dead. However, she felt furious about receiving my heart.

The station was in the same direction as the hiking spot where the hospital was conducting its recreational activity. Julia was riding in a black sedan with a special license plate that ensured the journey was a smooth one for her. The sedan eventually overtook the hospital's shuttle bus. Elijah, who was sitting inside that bus, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, which was pounding erratically. He pressed his hand against his chest. It felt as though something was quietly slipping away from his grasp. He noticed a black sedan speeding past the bus at that moment.

That night, when she heard Jameson walk away and watched the video that was sent, she thought her heart would shatter beyond repair. However, despite the sorrow and pain, she survived. After enduring enough pain, she got used to it.

But not as hollow as I felt inside. I sat curled in the armchair by the window, still wearing the nightdress from last night. My arms were wrapped tightly around my knees, and my eyes were dry—not because I hadn’t cried, but because I’d run out of tears. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d blinked. Maybe when the stars still shone. But now, the sky had faded into a dull, dismal gray, the promise of morning trying to sneak in. But nothing inside me felt like a new day.

The last place on earth I ever dared to be again. All the life left my body. The emptiness swallowed me whole, consuming what little energy I had as I lay like a puddle of wretchedness on the floor. The fucking hollowness dug into my heart... pitting inside my soul. I wailed; never before had such a sound come from my mouth. There were a thousand daggers stabbing at my sides, a hundred talons tearing at my heart. I couldn’t feel him. He was gone… the bond, our link an endless void, without walls, without warmth. Everything was gone. My love. My other half. The one person who knew me… who understood me long before he ever heard my voice.