Our Missing Hearts Novels & Stories

“Mmm?” “Missing someone,” Javan says, frowning. “It’s not a matter of whether or not you want to. When you miss somebody, you feel it with your whole body. Maybe you can try telling your heart that you don’t want to feel it anymore, but it doesn’t usually listen. You’re just along for the ride until it ends.” “How does it end?” Addison asks quietly. “Well, it ends when you don’t miss them anymore. Either because they’re there, so you don’t have to anymore, or because your heart finally realized there was no point. That it was never going to end.”

But deep down, I have always known there was something missing, something I couldn't ignore no matter how hard I tried burying it. My hands shake, folding the letter in half, then quarters, before I toss it onto the bed. Now the tears won't stop. It hurts-God, it hurts so much-but I know I made the right decision. Even though I've broken his heart, even though I've shattered our future, this is what needed to happen. I couldn't marry him. Not like this.

You know there was always an air of hesitation and reluctance. This was due to lack of blood. Yes blood makes us real our bond stronger. That without saying something our eyes could decipher our feelings.What we want and what we don't.We lack the same blood running through our veins... I lost the moments to jump into her lap and pour my heart.I lost to being called my baby, Hayaat jananaa.I lost the freedom to do something wrong and my actions don't got into wrong intentions.I lost a part of my life.I lost the part of my heart.

She broke into sobs again. Adrian didn’t interrupt. He let her get it all out. Then he spoke low, his voice steady. “You know what? I miss things too.” She peeked at him through messy strands of hair. “I miss the creaky chair from the old safehouse. The one that groaned louder than the floorboards.” Nora sniffled. “And I miss the banana pancakes you and I made that one morning. You remember?” She gave a tiny nod. “I burnt mine,” Adrian added, making a face. “Tasted like toast dipped in regret.”

I pressed the photo frame to my chest, sucking in a deep breath, sniffing silently while the tears made their way down my cheeks. My throat was paining, and clotted with emotions, but my heart was the one to bleed the most. Since last night I’m missing him more. I can feel my heart ripping apart at the same time when it was at peace. Each heartbeat was a reminder of his absence, a reminder of the void that could never be filled. The weight of his loss felt as heavy now as it did all those years ago. The realization that he would never see the fulfillment of our dreams tore at my soul.

I miss his touch; which never failed to lit up the chemical reaction in my stomach. I miss him securely wrapping me in his arm where I felt at peace... I miss his heartbeat; my favourite rhythm that has the power to calm my heart... I miss his lips on mine; the kisses routed me to heaven... I miss our make-out sessions; which we never get enough of each other...

staggered slightly, catching himself before falling. “It’s all of them,” he whispered. “Every message, every voice, every choice they tried to bury.” Lena stepped closer, eyes wide as she looked into the expanding grid. “This is what they were afraid of,” she said. “Not the Heart itself—the connection it creates.” Adrian nodded, feeling the truth of it pulse through his veins. The Heart wasn’t just a piece of technology. It was alive in a way no machine should be. It didn’t store data; it remembered. It carried echoes of intention, emotion, history. And now, it was showing them everything. The lights around them shifted, coalescing into shapes—faces, moments, fragments of the world outside.

As the song changes, I put my hand on his and we saunter gently across the dance floor. There was a gentle melody. The meaning of every word in this song spoke directly to my soul. The realization that so much time had passed came to me when it was nearly midnight. As they arrived, our visitors presented us with presents and expressions of gratitude. My folks were nonetheless overjoyed for me even though they were hesitant. My brother Michael looked quite serious, but he said nothing. Seriously, I overheard my brother and Kent chatting. My anxiety levels rose. To a certain extent, my brother was overprotective. I let out a long breath of relief as I watched them shake hands. Kent and I went

Meghan, gripped by fear, moved frantically to unbuckle the prosthetic and pull it away. Taylor's amputated leg became severely burned and infected, making the entire hospital room smell unbearably foul. He was in such agony that he threw himself out of a window, and this time, he was left in a coma. Meghan finally got what was coming to her. She immediately snapped and lost her grip on reality. She launched a live stream to blast Danielle for her heartlessness and launched a smear campaign against Olivia Technology's products. She, surprisingly, raked in some cash in the first few hours of her live stream by exploiting her own misery for sympathy.

"This is dead. It won't beat for you again. "We're finished. Your cousin was right. Chase is the one who matches your status. Let's just call it a bad dream. "The dream is over. I've paid my price. I accept it. "I wish you happiness." With that, I left the office. The moment I closed the door, I heard muffled sobbing from inside, restrained yet desperate. I felt nothing. I could not comfort her gently the way I once had when I saved her. I had underestimated how persistent Scarlett could be. To escape her, I requested a transfer out of the city with no set return date.