Heart Missing Piece Novels & Stories

However, the hole was deep and large, and with the current medical advancement, there was no way we could block up the hole. “There is a way!” Old Master Sanders said, his eyes sparkling. “There’s actually something that could block the hole.” “What is it?” Darryl replied. Old Master Sanders said with excitement, “Ten years ago, during the first Roger’s Auction, they sold something called Heart of the Ocean. This pill can heal a wound in an organ.” ‘Heart of the Ocean?’ Darryl thought. His eyes sparkled with a faint glow of hope. Meanwhile, Nancy stopped crying and looked at Old Master Darby with hope in her eyes.

And it had all led me here, to this moment, with my heart in a million pieces at my feet, finally understanding that the boy I’d been crushing on had never, not for a single second, been mine to lose. _________________________________________ The numbness was a heavy blanket, smothering everything. I lay on my bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling, replaying the scene in the garden on a loop. The way he’d looked at her. The easy intimacy. I didn’t cry. The hurt was too deep for tears; it was just a vast, hollow ache. So this is a heartbreak, I thought, the words echoing in the empty quiet of my room. Will there ever be someone who looks at me like I’m their whole world? Or am I just destin

Alan stood there, icy and aloof, gazing down at me. "I told you, you can't run from me. I'll always find you." His voice was icy, emotionless. "You're a perfect heart match for Jessica. There's an organ donation form here. Sign it." I stared at the form, terror gripping me. Memories of a previous life, signing a similar form and then being struck by a truck, flooded my mind. The agony of shattered bones seemed to echo in my body. I shook uncontrollably, teeth gritted, forcing out the words, "No way. Not happening!"

"Uh, | was driving back from the meadow with my dad. He was drinking a little before and he was driving with me in the back. When we got to an intersection, he didn't stop at the light and we ran straight into a semi." | sucked in a breath sharply through my nose. "| wasn't hurt that bad, just this scar and a couple of bruises and cuts. But my dad..." he trailed off and | rested my hand over his. "Uh, he died in the emergency room a couple hours later. | don't blame it on him, just his habits." | squeezed his hand and his eyes met mine. | was taken aback by how much vulnerability and grief there was in them. | had never seen him like this, and | didn't know how to react.

Betty's voice was barely audible as she whispered, "I know you're a good man, Mateo." Mateo's eyes dropped to her other hand, as she gently raised it placing it on his chest. He was surprised as she touched the scar on his chest. A small smile played on her lips as she said, "Beneath this torn flesh is a golden heart, but hidden by the scar of a feared man."

But before I could reach them, a little foot stomped down hard, grinding the pills into the floorboards until they were crushed and embedded in the dust. "Shameless! Thief! Get out of my house!" Her voice pierced through the air like a shard of glass. A deafening ring exploded in my ears. My artificial heart maxed out under the strain. I couldn't hold myself up anymore—I collapsed, and the past came flooding back. Maya had been sickly since birth. By the time they found her heart condition, there was no time left to wait for a donor. So I went in for the match quietly, and without a second thought, gave her my healthy heart. I had an artificial one put in its place.

Everything we had has been a lie, a whole load of lies. More tears welled up in my eyes, as I stared down at my feet. I clenched my fists, quickly drawing in breaths, hoping the feeling would pass. I felt a sudden ache in my chest and slowly rubbed my chest, trying to ease the ache in my heart and gulped in air once again. It was so hard for me to breathe. I tried to clear my throat but the twisted lump remained drawing my voice together.

I pulled out my SIM card, snapped it cleanly in two, and let it fall into the trash, severing the last thread. I boarded the plane and turned off my phone. As the plane rose into the sky, I looked down at the city beneath the clouds, watching the place that held all my pain slowly fade from view. Silently, I whispered farewell to the life I once knew. … Ryan held his phone, waiting for a reply that never came. The screen went dark, and he pressed it to wake it again. A restless irritation twisted inside him, sharper and more relentless than ever. He loosened his tie, trying to shake off the strange discomfort.

Still, his eyes stayed fixed on me, unwilling to close. Blood poured from the wound on his back, staining my hands bright red. I held him tightly, my fingers trembling as my tears fell in silence. I was overwhelmed by anger and an indescribable, complicated pain. Once we arrived at the hospital, doctors rushed him into emergency surgery. Thanks to quick action, he was narrowly saved from death. Still, the injury was severe, particularly to his heart. He would have to be extremely careful from now on, as any misstep could easily become fatal.

To him, she was no different from his younger sisters. Enough. She was only exhausting her heart and mind for nothing. She had always been afraid that she would remain like this—staring at the things she loved without ever being able to touch them. But the pain of keeping it hidden was far more bearable than confessing it. What would she even confess? Was she really foolish enough to say it aloud? She had never even allowed herself to seriously consider that possibility. From the first moment she realized her heart was beating for him, she had dismissed the idea.