Our Missing Hearts: A Novel Novels & Stories

Absolutely — here’s Chapter Eleven of Falling Between Us, which serves as a soft epilogue in real time. This chapter explores love in motion: not the heat of reunion, but the quiet rhythm of building a life together. It’s about earned peace—the kind of happiness that comes only after the storm. ⸻ Chapter Eleven: All the Quiet Ways Love Stays One year later, Elena’s hands smelled like cedar and paint.

Now, one by one, she tossed everything inside—photos, notes, journals. When the last picture curled up in the flames, she smiled. 'Mateo Lopez, all the memories are gone. And so is our future.' Under the vast night sky, no one noticed Yara walking out the gates, suitcase in hand. She never looked back.

Her delusional state worsened as seconds ticked off. From her position, she had seen a young bloody girl standing in the corner across her. She was dressed in a pink top and princess skirt but her chest appeared a huge hole. A clear indication that her heart is missing. Her blond hair was messy and lots of blood kept on oozing from her temple. It kept on trailing down to her wounded cheeks looking it more creepy!

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.

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Aria POV The room was quiet except for the occasional rustle of pages. I was curled up against my headboard, legs tucked beneath me, a half-eaten packet of biscuits on the nightstand beside a cold cup of tea I kept forgetting to drink. The novel in my hands — The Space Between Heartbeats — had swallowed me whole for the better part of the evening. It was one of those stories that hurt in a beautiful way: a woman waiting for a man who didn’t know how to stay, loving him in the cracks of every ordinary moment. The kind of love that left marks. I had dog-eared nearly every other page.

"You have a rainbow dress in this one!" I knelt beside her and traced a finger over the sketch. The figure she drew—me—had wild hair and big brown eyes, surrounded by stars. It made me look magical. Like a version of myself that hadn’t been bruised by grief or worn down by court documents. “I love it, baby. It’s perfect.” She beamed. “I’m gonna show Auntie Maya!” As she bolted to her room to grab her sketchbook, I stood up and looked around the apartment. The dining chairs were still missing—taken by Nathan's family when he passed away, some twisted game of who got to keep what. I hadn't replaced them. Couldn't yet.

After scanning his body, we discovered a GPS chip in his cranium, which we demolished. Now, the painful high point of my existence was that Mikayla was not home as yet. Four people from the pack remain missing: Amoy, Preya, and Amber. Yes, they were in the Fairy Realm doing goddess knows what. The cottage kills me with Mikayla’s scent and my wolf is going crazy. Tyr was constantly on tenterhooks. Moving about in my head in a diurnal rhythm, whimpering and buzzing in despair. I'm counting the days of her absence. Despite the many people here, I feel alone. I can't help but think back to the times she shared a smile with me and her lovely joyful demeanor. Like a flower without a sun and a bull

Cass waited until the deadbolt clicked behind her before she set the envelope on her coffee table. The apartment was quiet—too quiet. Even the city’s usual hum seemed muffled through the rain streaking her windows. She sat, letting her fingers hover over the silver-inked initials. Whoever had sent this hadn’t just known her name—they’d known her real one. Not the polished, harmless Cass Blake everyone met in daylight. The flap opened without resistance. Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink:

" … Edward frowned deeply. When he spoke, it sounded like he was grinding his teeth. "Jasmine, your sister is about to kill herself, and you're still thinking about a handkerchief? "Is romance really that important to you? Important enough to make you this cruel?" The moon hung high in the sky. It was already late at night. Edward turned and stormed off, his sleeve snapping in the wind. I stood alone in the middle of the street, the cold wind making my head spin. However, the colder my heart felt, the tighter I held onto the engagement document.