Heart's Missing Piece Romane & Geschichten

I felt a sharp pinch in my back, Silver hissed a whisper in my ear, “Remember the one we both applied to assist for, but you totally ghosted during these past weeks for goodness knows why.” And then it hit me, ohh no. I had applied with Silver, earlier before the college resumed, to be part of the special helpers during the SBA basketball match this session, back when my only goal was to be near Asher for the start of the semester. Shit. I can't believe I had already missed two weeks of it, now it remains only 3 days left, this was practically meant to be my love arc with Asher, and it all went to ruins because of that jerk.

The doctor says and then we take our seats. he pin drop silence in the doctor's room is killing me. I didn’t want to be here in the first place. My mother who never cared for me in her whole life forced me here today to come. The doctor is reading the test result silently. Every second is just feels like a year. Only the ticking sound of the watch can be heard. I feel like time somehow passing very slowly. I just want to get out from here. After reading the nurses the doctor sigh and then said-

Even after two years nothing had changed , his heart rate still sped up when he heard her name and he still missed her like crazy , no matter how hard he tried to hate her for leaving he still couldn't because he washwas hopelessly in love with her and for that reason alone he never wanted to become someone who would try to hold her back or lock her in a cage infact she couldn't be caged . What drew him to her was her personality in a society where people including him were afraid to be themselves or make mistakes because of how harshly they'd be judged , she didn't mind the rumours and she didn't spread them , she lived life like everyday was the last , she'd showed him that life could be f

he joke. “Your heart? What kind or heart? Is it a keychain or something?” she didn’t realize that he is kidding on her. “No… My heart is missing… I think someone snatched it from me unknowingly!” he says as he placed his hand on his left chest. Steph rolls her eyes when he caught him lying and making a scene, “don’t you dare disturbing me because I am busy, if you want someone who will care for you, why don’t you go to Beatriz. I am sure that you don’t need to do an effort because she will throw herself at you,” she commented.

It was still at the edge of the site. Still patient. Still looking at me with the expression of something that had been waiting for this moment to arrive and was watching it arrive. “You knew about the fifth,” I said to it. “Yes,” it said. “And you did not say.” “No,” it said. “Because the fifth needed to announce itself. In its own time. At the moment the first four were assembled and the gap became visible.” It held my gaze. “You cannot feel the missing piece of something until the other pieces are present. The gap only becomes identifiable when everything around it is in place.”

—Do you also feel that your heart is fragmented, that your life is a riddle and you fall short in a piece that gives importance to everything? —In fact.— To tell the truth, yes—I admit immediately, without thinking twice. For quite some time I have had the inclination that there is a large opening in my chest - I run a hand to the region where my heart is - and despite the fact that I try to ignore it most of the time, there is usually a period of the day when that it is too overwhelming to even consider imagining that everything is fine. “How are we going to get them back?” he gets information about the base, trying on his nose.

Emptiness. My heart slams into my ribs. I sit up so fast the room spins. Where is he? Where the hell is he? It feels like a piece of me has been torn out. Like someone reached into my chest and ripped out the warmest part of me—the part that hums and purrs and breathes with Caden’s energy.

I fail miserably to hold back my tears, "I don't really care whether you're hurting or not, the point is that you're not hurting as much as I am. I've finally grown whole again and now you want to- to destroy that? Why? Just leave me alone." Blake stars twisting the ring resting on his fourth finger...it's his wedding ring. "So, you're telling me that you don't ever feel like your heart is incomplete? That something is missing? Because I don't believe you." Blake steps towards me again, this time his thumb erasing away my tears, "your heart wants nothing more than to be with mine, you know it."

Nadazhda replied while Zeke smiled to the fullest, scrutinising her gaze at him. "It's because your heart misses a part of it," he said. "Eh?" she asked. Which part of it did it miss? "You miss someone." "Who?" Nadazhda's eyes widened. "You." "No way! I'm not missing some... Ah!" she felt another ache again. "See, You miss someone," he beamed. "No, I didn't...Ah!" she groaned in pain. "Your heart realised what it misses," Nadazhda cringed mentally.

But we couldn’t get past to holding hands. “He and I meet every day, we see eye-to-eye, but our hearts just don’t meet. Even if I didn’t know who you were in my life, my heart, my mind, and my body were all occupied by you. I couldn’t get this close to him. It’s just you, Luther. Try as I might, my mind doesn’t remember you, but my heart does. I couldn’t miss something I don’t even remember, but if the constant pain in my heart whenever I see you on TV or whenever I hear your name on the radio indicates that it’s my heart’s way of missing you, then yes, I missed you, too, Luther.”