Our Missing Hearts Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 36: Meeting My Boyfriend No one’s POV: Cullen did not say anything. He was just looking at Heart’s sad face. “I miss my boyfriend so much. I miss Dimitri Kim very much.” Heart said and then looked away as she shed a tear. She was really feeling so sad and hurt by missing Dimitri who has been in comatosed for more than three months. And soon, will have a very dangerous brain surgery.

A life is at stake here! His words left me dumbfounded and hurting, like I had my heart gouged out too. I held Stan's photo tightly against myself, but no matter how hard I gripped it, it wasn't filling the hole in my chest. "A life is at stake?" I laughed wryly, before snapping coldly, "When he just went missing for hours?! My dear Stan had an accident and then got his heart taken away! So I guess some lives are more at stake than the others?!"

incinerated by the fact that the Human Heart is Un-Writeable. We stood in the center of the "Sovereign Glitch," our breath coming in short, ragged gasps of hot, copper-heavy air. The One-Hundred-and-Forty-Fourth Layer was no longer a cathedral; it was a Void of Pure, Un-Written Potential, where every shadow was a new choice and every drop of blood was a new ocean.

This time, the note was from Theo: *"No matter how much time you need, we’ll be here waiting. We just want you to be happy, even if it’s without us." The note made her heart ache. She knew they were giving her the space she needed, but their patience and understanding only made her miss them more. She hugged the flowers close, breathing in their scent as tears rolled down her cheeks. She knew she couldn’t avoid them forever. Her heart ached for them, and the emptiness she felt only grew stronger with each day that passed.

No big declarations or dramatic confessions. Just the soothing sounds of the house and the gentle rhythm of two hearts learning to be soft again. ---

[May Helen always be happy and carefree, year after year. [May Helen's life be full of joy and free from sorrow.] [May Helen always be healthy, with only good people in her life.] [To my beloved Helen, may you always have peace and happiness.] ... All of them. Ninety-nine wishing bottles. Ninety-nine slips of paper. And every single one carried her name. Not even one was about Yara. Her eyes burned. In the end, she left the bottles scattered on the ground and walked down the mountain.

"I just hope it hits hard enough to shatter you into pieces," Instead of anger, her face broke into a sweet, almost innocent smile, the contrast jarring. Then, her eyes locked onto Archie's, her voice taking on a softer, almost wistful tone. "Take care, ex. All the best. You'll know the truth one day, and maybe by then, it'll be too late; your heart will already be in pieces."

Each day that passed, she felt the grip of fear and emptiness tighten around her heart. She missed her sons, Jared and Lorenzo. Their laughter, their hugs, their endless questions—everything about them seemed so distant now. She missed her brother Emilio and little Valentina, the way their presence brought warmth and comfort to her life. She even missed Emily and Liam, who had become an unexpected part of her family. And, of course, she missed Sophia, Evelyn, James, and Catherine, whose support had been unwavering.

He was trying to dig out my unresolved feelings for him again and I wasn’t going to let him do that to me. I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through i*******m. I had a new notification. ‘Pstar7 added a new post. I tapped on it. He posted a blank photo with a caption; ‘It used to feel like we were the only two people in the world. So love drunk we were practically floating off the ground. I miss that feeling. I miss you. I can’t stop smelling your shirt. The smell is starting to fade and it feels like I’m losing you all over again.’