Our Missing Hearts Novels & Stories

But things didn’t turn out the way we wanted. ‘’What happened?’’ I ask. My body was slowly shaking in fear. ‘’This time she is not coming for us. She is going for the immortal hearts.’’ ‘’What are the immortal hearts?’’ She takes a deep breath and continues. ‘’The three powerful hearts that can give one the power of immortality and also the power to defeat anyone. Most importantly it gives you the power to get rid of any sort of spell and wipe out human kind.’’ ‘’Something this powerful actually exists? Why didn’t you ever tell us?’’ Patricia walks forward closer to me.

I thought that I have emptied my heart of your love, I just realised that I'd just been pretending to have done that all this while. All Hearts !

Imiss you and i love you with all my heart. You're Always On My Mind, Day And Night When I Think Of You, All Feels So Right Need To Have You, Need To Hold You And Tell You That I Love You. My Dear, I Don't Want To See Us Apart This Separation Just Tears Away My Heart I Miss You, Oh, I Really Miss You Will Need You More And More Each Day I Know I Cannot Live Without You I Miss You, More Than Words Can Say. Your absence is a disease that only your presence can heal.I am infected so please come immediately because I am dying.

I grape my phone and open the massage. Em: Hey, meet us at Starbucks Xx it is EMILY she wants to meet me in Starbucks. Oh God, I'm going to have a heart attack. How do I tell her that I'm leaving, Hello and then Goodbye. I don't really want to lose her. we have been friends for ten years. God, please help me, after I'm done with my hair. I wear a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and white vans. I go downstairs and found a paper. She won't be at home today. I ride my car and head to Starbucks. I arrived in 10 minutes. I parked my car, then I go inside to Emily, jade, and Eli.

they were taken last, I kick a few meters of the intestine scrunching up the scarred pieces of feces amidst the blood, the open cavity showing a perforated colon, a kidney, I kick out a few pieces of the torn liver finding the other kidney far away from where it should be, the stomach out of place and I finally manage to see what's missing A heart. I draw in a sharp breath through the stench of present death, walking through the bodies finding kidneys, livers, mangled lungs, and no heart. Without a fucking heart, five soldiers mutilated and left without their hearts ripped apart like meat in a butcher shop and without any heart, I walked out of the metal box going straight to meet the strong

It feels like a paradise in the world; the only missing piece is a partner in this romantic ambiance. Sigh... Although we're not an ideal couple, I miss him. The last few days have been so empty and lonely in his absence. I have likely gotten used to his presence. If only a few weeks have made me dull with his absence, will I be able to survive after a year? Will I be able to let go of him? Even parting ways with my uncaring parents tore my heart apart. How will I part ways with Victor? The thought burns through me, creating a deep lump tightening in my stomach. I feel helpless. My heart has unknowingly connected to Victor, and I don't know how to handle it at all.

I do not want to admit wh⁠at this cavern opening in my chest mig‍ht mean. Heart⁠break, the realizat⁠ion⁠ frightens me and I⁠ miss him mor⁠e than‍ I should. I miss⁠ the warmth of him be⁠si‍de me‍ at night. The way he would pull‍ me close‌ without a‍s‍king. T‍he rare sof‌tness in his voice when he thought no one else was listening. I want to fi⁠x this but I⁠ do not k‌now h‍ow.

The song concluded with words that were delivered almost as a personal confession rather than a part of the song, their impact heightened by the absence of a melody: "I love you, and I miss you. I love you, and you are the sight and light to my eyes. Even when you’re torturing me with your absence, I still love you to death" These words, hit me hard. Her voice was raw with emotion, every syllable heavy with longing and pain. Her love for this person was so profound that even their absence, while torturous, could not diminish it. I was moved to tears, her pain mirrored in my own heart as I recognized the depth of her feelings. It was clear that she was singing not just to herself, but directl

“That’s because no matter where we are, no matter what happens next...our hearts will always meet in the same place.” She swallowed, her pulse unsteady. “And where is that?” His blue eyes burned into hers. “With each other.” Elena’s breath hitched. Because it was true. They had fought. They had bled. They had broken. But in the end, their hearts had always found their way back. And now, finally, they were exactly where they were meant to be. The End!

He stopped, the Chapter 18 child present in the room, the death that had broken something, that had preceded his openness to love, that was still unprocessed, still demanding guarantee that love could not give. "And presence?" Arthie asked. "Being with us? Is that enough?" "It's harder," Cyrus said, the truth that was confession. "With you, I feel the deaths more. The possibility of your damage, your ending, the specific loss that would be —" He stopped again, the word that was dangerous, that was commitment, that was the guarantee he had refused to demand and now found he could not bear to lose. "The loss that would be irreplaceable. The you that is you. The Theo that is Theo. The us that i