Novel & Cerita Lost Hearts Short Story

The decision to embrace a future together, unburdened by the shadows that had kept us apart, marked the beginning of a healing journey—a journey that promised redemption and the rekindling of a love that had never truly died. In the gentle breeze that whispered through the city's streets, I felt a sense of renewal—a rebirth of the love that had once flourished in the shadows of uncertainty. The tears that welled in my eyes were not borne of sorrow but of the overwhelming gratitude for the second chance that stretched out before us like an open road.

“Yes. But life hasn’t been kind to him. He’s lost a lot, you know.” I leaned forward slightly. “What do you mean?” The woman stirred her pot thoughtfully before answering. “He lost his fated mate. Loved her with everything he had. And then his second love… she rejected him. After that, he just closed his heart to everyone.” I froze, my hand tightening on the spoon. “He… lost that much in love?” The woman nodded again, eyes full of pity. A wave of conflicting emotions crashed through me. Pity. Curiosity. And something darker. Because I remembered what Larry and Elara had told me—that Hector hadn’t lost his mate. He’d killed her.

The child she had protected stood frozen, eyes wide with the same recognition Elthara refused to name—a memory that never happened. “This is what you left unwritten,” the girl said softly, her voice no longer sharp, but hollow. “This is the part of you that dared not hope. That dared not love again.” She pressed the blank page to her chest, and the void behind her surged like a breath inhaled too long. “But stories starved of love don’t die. They wait. And they grow teeth.”

No longer hiding behind a veil of innocence, her eyes blazed into mine. "So what if I'm the mistress? Even if you stayed with Harrison through his struggles, he ended up falling for me. In this game, you're the one who lost." She was right. I was defeated in every way. After ten years of loving Harrison, all I got was the painful news that another woman was carrying his child. "So what if I'm the loser?" I retorted sharply. "That doesn't make you the winner." A sly smile curved Kate's lips. "Then I suppose I'll have to wipe away the last bit of love Harrison still holds for you."

His cane tapped softly against the marble. He stopped only a few feet away, his eyes searched my face, then my hands, then my feet, "What is this called?" My lips felt dry, "The Four Lives I Never Chose." He waited. I looked across the gardens, "The first girl grows up afraid of her own home. The second mistakes a cage for love," I swallowed, "The third finally finds someone worth loving... and never gets to keep him. And the last girl loses the only person who ever made her feel safe."

"Gay man who openly confesses in front of a man he loves, even though I know ... that Jack is a normal man, not an abnormal like me." Reo looked up at the gray clouds in the sky. The dark sky is lit by clusters of stars without the mother moon. It seems like the sky is showing its gloomy mood, like how Reo felt on the rooftop in an empty building. "Jack ... I love you. It's only because of you that I survived. However, when I think back to what you said a week ago, I feel that I don't deserve to ..." Reo took a deep breath. Blow it out hastily. "Living in this world." Reo added, continuing the previous words.

Its voice trembled. The End remained silent. The Heart looked upward. Silver tears streaming down its face. "He was wonderful." The confession stunned everyone. The child shook. "He loved every world." A pause. "He loved every story." Another pause. Then the Heart's expression shattered. "He loved them too much." Silence. Orion slowly closed his eyes. Understanding. Again. Always the same tragedy. Love. Fear. Loss. The same emotions repeating across cosmic history. The same wounds creating different disasters. Lyra stared at the broken sky.

Her warmth seeped into me, chasing away the last chill of the evening. "Hello, my love," I whispered. "I have a story to tell you. About a woman who was never my sister. About how I finally stopped looking for love in a place where there was only hate." She stared up at me, serious and trusting. She didn't understand the words. She understood my voice, my heartbeat, the safety of my arms. That was enough. I carried her to the window. Outside, the stars were sharp and bright. Somewhere in that vast darkness, Chloe was beginning her new life. A life built on nothing. No love, no loyalty, no real connection to anyone. Just the same hollow hunger that had always driven her.

My heart twisted with a dull, tearing pain. Alpha Ethan had buried our vows with his own hands.

He'd always doted on me, his little playmate, and he often went hungry himself just to buy me snacks. The most touching memory I had of him was when I got into trouble for scratching up my family's car. I even smashed the windshield with a rock. It had absolutely nothing to do with him, yet he stepped forward without hesitation and took the blame. He was beaten for it and spent three days in bed. From that day on, I swore I would marry him. And in my previous life, I did. But it had cost me a lifetime of heartbreak. He did love me… just not as much as he loved Carla Davidson, the transfer student who joined our class in senior year.