Heart's Missing Piece Novels & Stories

I slowly twisted my body, and crosses our distance. I grabbed the frame then inspect it above my palm. I caressed the edges, removing the excess dust. I sighed in defeat while nibbling on my lower lip. Something was missing. Part of me was still torn. I know my parent’s death almost caused me to lose my sanity. Yet, there was a profound, and larger hole that is still apparent here in my heart. I clenched my hand into a balled fist tightly before realizing that I was bawling my eyes out.

Someday when Alex was ready, when she wasn't about to concentrate on law school, she could discover what I would soon be leaving. It was a good tale, a story of fabrication, and one I knew was a lie. The pain within me from the moment we woke was too intense. The evidence pointed to one conclusion: Nox hadn't taken a piece of my heart. He had the entire thing. Repair would never come. It wasn't possible to repair what no longer existed. With each breath, the void of my missing heart ached in my chest.

“Back away from him. Now.” But the woman ignored her, gaze fixed on Adrian. “The Heart is drowning,” she whispered. “Too much input. Too many voices. It was never meant to function wild. It needs structure.” “It needs freedom,” Adrian shot back. “Freedom without guidance becomes noise.” Adrian glared. “People aren’t noise.” The woman sighed. “You’re sentimental. That’s why you can’t do what must be done.” She held the disc out. “This is the missing component. The Confluence Key. It will align the Heart’s entire field.”

“I think you, out of everyone in the world, need one person who can show you how to love again.” “And you think your cousin could do that for me?” she asked as she watched him as he thought about her question. The simple question was more than he had thought it would be. He knew it was two-sided at best. “I think my cousin could help you. I don’t know if it would be the key or not. I do think that he would help open your heart again in a way I don’t think anyone else can. You had someone like him before, so you understand.” Garrett said. “He is alone now. He needs help in life and people to love him back. For you, it may help both of you.”

[Diana] It’s beautiful how the heart bleeds almost our entire life, but we notice it only when an invisible piece of it goes missing. An external emotion becomes so ingrained in us that when it’s cut off, we feel the pain physically — as if a part of us was removed. He was the nameless external emotion that I hadn’t been able to cut off even after dying. He was that invisible piece attached to my heart which I hadn’t been able to cut off.

“Some hearts aren’t broken by a single tragedy. They’re chipped away over time, piece by piece, until there’s barely anything left. That’s what happened to him. Life took too much from him.” My chest tightened. “Then how do I reach him?” She looked at me for a long moment, then said, “You have to find the key. The secret to his heart. That’s the only way.” “But what is it?” I asked, desperate. “What’s the secret?” She shook her head slowly. “No one knows. Not even me. He doesn’t let anyone close enough to find out.” My shoulders slumped slightly, disappointment settling in. “But,” she added, “there may be something.”

’ I asked. Then Hunter showed up, and our conversation was cut short by him shoving me out of the way. I followed them to Daisy’s hut in a dream. I couldn’t be apart from Rose. I kept saying her name, feeling the rightness of it settle deep in my chest. She was making my hollow heart whole again. But still there was something missing. It was like holding two pieces of a puzzle in each hand, knowing they fit together somehow but not being able to figure out which way to turn them to make them slot together.

they were taken last, I kick a few meters of the intestine scrunching up the scarred pieces of feces amidst the blood, the open cavity showing a perforated colon, a kidney, I kick out a few pieces of the torn liver finding the other kidney far away from where it should be, the stomach out of place and I finally manage to see what's missing A heart. I draw in a sharp breath through the stench of present death, walking through the bodies finding kidneys, livers, mangled lungs, and no heart. Without a fucking heart, five soldiers mutilated and left without their hearts ripped apart like meat in a butcher shop and without any heart, I walked out of the metal box going straight to meet the strong

I slowly nod at him. "My heart, it's aching and I don't know why," I whispered. I look at his eyes trying to search for answers on why my heart is aching in pain, the unknown reason was making me more confused like something was missing, a piece of the puzzle that was missing, and no matter how I look for it, it was just gone. I was fine before I happened, the dream and the man who nearly killed me make it all messy. I can't think of any thought other than all of it.

This is embarrassing. "Zara, we missed you so much. You don't know how horrible it felt to see you lying unconscious on that hospital bed. Every day, every single day I prayed that you'd wake up. I missed you so much and now you're back- I-I want you to be happy and live a worry free life." His voice was beginning to crack. I can tell, he is about to crack with emotions. This is serious; the Emelie I know never breaks down even as a child.