Heart's Missing Piece Novels & Stories

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."

I wanted to enter into the ground of the field, if that would not be possible to do, I wanted to drown myself in the sea and never have to face anyone again in this pack or even in this life, the whole purpose had just been shattered Into pieces and would never be glued together again, because even if we could, it would never be the same again. “Riley! What are you doing out here?. . . With her” A girl, friend of Riley came towards us, and she had a look of excitement and I wish I could be in her position, my heart was too shattered to smile. Even though she does not like me , non of them really does, they just put up with me, the discussion with Riley had just confirmed it. I was a charity

Yet, we still could not find a suitable heart. Just as I watched Bryan grow thinner by the day and wither away, I fell into despair, but the doctor told me that they found a match. The person whose heart matched Bryan’s was me. My well of thoughts came to an abrupt halt. Bryan tenderly kissed Jade’s forehead. His eyes shone with relentless affection.

After the three of them left the room, I picked my drumsticks back up from the monobloc chair beside me and started reviewing beats, hitting the rims lightly. I can do my part well when I’m alone, so why do I keep on messing up when everyone starts to play with me? The drums are the backbone of the music. It carries the rhythm, so there’s no room for a mistake. It’s hard to cover when the drums start failing to provide foundation. “What were you thinking coming here?” After a minute of silence, he finally said something. I looked up, and stopped the motion of my hands, bracing myself for whatever confrontation this man has for me.

Later, they all exploded with astonishing growth. My judgment and decisiveness silenced every doubt. Now, those same board members greeted me with respect, addressing me properly as "Mr. Guzman" when they saw me. I immersed myself completely in my work. The constant hustle left no room for old memories. I thought my life would continue like that indefinitely. Until the night at a charity gala, where I met Amelia Lockhart. I no longer needed love. What I needed was a reliable partner. And that was exactly what Amelia was.

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

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Each beat of her heart felt like a reminder of what was slipping away, a fading connection that left her feeling incomplete. The sensation was both physical and emotional, intertwining in a complex dance of longing and sorrow. It was as if a part of her was being gently torn away, leaving behind a void that was impossible to fill. Every breath she took seemed to echo with the echo of the absence, a rhythm that reverberated through her very being.

There are pieces of him missing. Stepping up to the missing section of his soul I examine it to see how I can fix it. With nothing else in this room to use, it could just always be a gapping hole. Even if I stood there, there would still be missing pieces. But something can be whole even if it has missing pieces. Just because a pie is missing a slice it is still a pie. A person missing a piece is still a person. "So, it seems that you were able to fix him. What do you think of your work?" Kawa ask as she appears before me to see the gaping hole in the wall.

And then, just like that, in the blink of an eye, he was gone. Shoved into a box and buried in the ground, her favorite puzzle piece was gone. And that nearly killed her. It was the three other pieces that kept her upright and on her feet. That balanced her and made her feel as complete as an incomplete person could feel. And for a while, she thought that as long as she had those three left, she could survive without that one. And then she lost another.