Fragile Hearts Novels & Stories

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A life is at stake here! His words left me dumbfounded and hurting, like I had my heart gouged out too. I held Stan's photo tightly against myself, but no matter how hard I gripped it, it wasn't filling the hole in my chest. "A life is at stake?" I laughed wryly, before snapping coldly, "When he just went missing for hours?! My dear Stan had an accident and then got his heart taken away! So I guess some lives are more at stake than the others?!"

I paused and added, "Your so-called emotional detachment? When it came to wounding someone who loved you, your heart was as cold and precise as a blade. I should have seen through your deception from the start." My lips quivered, tears threatening to spill. "In this life, I no longer want you. All I ask is that you leave me in peace." His breath hitched, his expression a tangle of anguish and conflict. "And if I refuse?" I stepped back, my voice steady. "You don't know, do you? I am Spring. I have countless ways to make you suffer." His eyes widened, his voice failing him. ... Maurice later informed me that Valerie, far from retreating, had doubled down.

“That’s because no matter where we are, no matter what happens next...our hearts will always meet in the same place.” She swallowed, her pulse unsteady. “And where is that?” His blue eyes burned into hers. “With each other.” Elena’s breath hitched. Because it was true. They had fought. They had bled. They had broken. But in the end, their hearts had always found their way back. And now, finally, they were exactly where they were meant to be. The End!

LILA’S POV Silence. Not peace. Never peace. But a fragile, trembling stillness like the moment between heartbeats. That was all that remained. I stood in the center of it. Of them. The connection pulsed through me not violently anymore, not tearing but… anchored. Barely. Like threads holding together something that wanted to unravel. My breathing was uneven. Too shallow. Too slow. I could feel it. Every single one of them. Thirty-two hearts.

The rain continued to fall outside, relentless and indifferent. Inside, three hearts waited in painful silence—each one broken in its own way, each one hoping for a miracle that might never come.

] [It's an A-rank cursed item that targets congenital weaknesses! [These players are disgusting! They exploited her kindness!] [It's over. They're going to use her heart condition against her!] "Hand over your Tarot cards and those artifacts," Brad threatened. "Or this 'Heartbeat Hourglass' will make your heart explode." "We did our research on you," another player sneered. "Congenital heart disease, right? This item will put an infinite strain on your heart." "Why?" The word was a choked whisper. I stared at them, my heart shattering. "I thought... we were friends."

Or maybe to myself, for still believing against all reason that things could ever stay quiet for long. A tear slipped free, tracking down my cheek. I wiped it away with the heel of my hand, angry at myself for breaking so easily. I’d survived too much to fall apart every time the ground shifted under my feet. But that was the thing about hope it was fragile. And every time it cracked, I felt all the old fissures inside me threaten to split wide open again. I pushed up from the bed and began to pace. The baby shifted again, as if they could sense my restlessness..

My voice shook, broken and feral. “And I hate that no matter how much I beg, it doesn’t matter. He wouldn't change his mind because I don’t matter.” The training, the bruises, and endless drills with Luma had hardened my body, but my heart was still fragile and raw. And right now, I could feel my heart breaking into a thousand pieces.

“I’m not even asking for anything even now…maybe I’m stupid and gullible, but” My emotions peak high, blurring all I see and wringing my neck as I struggle to purge the rest of my words with a violent shake of my being. “I can’t stop this part of my fragile heart that constantly yearns for acceptance…which constantly yearns for my family’s love”