Pieces Of Her Heart 소설 & 이야기

“Because people use the ones they claim to love. And in the end, you’re left with pieces of your heart. Shards that can never be put back. That’s what you should know, Alexa. Love… sucks.” The resignation in my voice silences her. Her gaze softens. Her eyes, so much like Ashley’s, yet so different, hold something warm. Not cold. Not calculating. Like Ashley's. “Your heart was broken,” she says gently. It’s not a question. I give a brittle laugh. She’s perceptive. I’ll give her that. I don’t answer. Instead, I step closer. Her scent, flowers and chocolate, floods my senses. I store it somewhere deep inside me.

She quickly ran away. She boarded a taxi to their mansion and sneaked in through the side entrance. She tiptoed to her room, she lived here with her grandfather. Thank goodness the maids were not cleaning yet. She quickly bathed and dressed up. Her pu*sy felt sore, she winced and quickly dressed for work. She decided to wear a long turtle neck gown to cover the hickeys he left on her. She literally begged him to kill her, despite his pleas to take it easy. She felt hate and rage towards Arlet and Amelia. She felt so betrayed, especially by her cousin Arlet. She had loved her like a biological sister. Now the memories of the times they spent together seemed like an abomination to her, especia

The same coat Jamie had worn that morning before leaving for work. A sharp pain pierced her chest, so sudden it felt like her heart had been wrenched from its place. Coincidence, a voice whispered weakly. Anyone could own a coat like that. But beside it lay a handkerchief. White! Familiar. Her breath shattered. She had stitched a small heart into one corner herself carefully before slipping it into his pocket. Her legs gave way slightly as she reached out and pulled the door shut, a soft click echoing far too loudly in her ears. Her vision blurred, the room spinning as her body trembled violently.

Then aloud, for the chamber and everyone inside it: “Do it.” I closed my eyes once, not to hide from the room, but to gather every piece of myself I still wanted to return with. The girl who counted steps. The wolf who refused to die. The daughter who still hurt. The mate who still loved. The woman who was more tired of cages than she was afraid of power. When I opened my eyes again, I reached for the black heart without flinching. “Together,” I said. The heart leapt before my fingers even closed.

He really was speaking from the bottom of his heart… Why? Why did he have to wait until that moment? It was too late for that! My heart was already broken. Even if we managed to fix it, there would still be a hideous scar on it. My tears rolled down like rain, and the pain I had was mixed with hatred. I pushed him away like a lunatic, telling him to get lost. However, his body weakly fell to the ground, and I was stunned by what had happened so suddenly. I reached out my foot to kick him a little. "Stop playing dead. Yoel? Yoel!"

"Hmph, but I want more… Send her home quickly and come to me." "You little minx. Follow me in your car later. We'll do it in the car." "You're such a bad boy!" Soon, the sounds of sticky, intimate kissing came through the line. Luna's hands trembled as she ended the call abruptly. She stared at the cake in front of her, a wave of nausea and revulsion washing over her. It felt as if something was gripping her heart, twisting it until she was breathless, dizzy, and utterly uncomfortable. Gripping the fork, she stabbed at the chocolate plaque that read "Happy 5th Anniversary," smashing it to pieces.

I pulled out my SIM card, snapped it cleanly in two, and let it fall into the trash, severing the last thread. I boarded the plane and turned off my phone. As the plane rose into the sky, I looked down at the city beneath the clouds, watching the place that held all my pain slowly fade from view. Silently, I whispered farewell to the life I once knew. … Ryan held his phone, waiting for a reply that never came. The screen went dark, and he pressed it to wake it again. A restless irritation twisted inside him, sharper and more relentless than ever. He loosened his tie, trying to shake off the strange discomfort.

I’ve never felt so alive and so content, that this is what I’ve been searching for, what has been missing all throughout these years. It’s her. She’s the missing piece. All of a sudden, the ground below us starts to shake and I feel her slipping away. I panic. Fear rises in me and I try my best to keep holding her, to keep her close to me, but it’s impossible. No matter how tight and hard I grip onto her, she still slips away. The second I can no longer feel her warmth on mine, it’s like my heart is shattered into pieces. I can’t explain it exactly, but I know it’s worse than getting stabbed, or shot, or even drinking poison.

Like she understood things the rest of us didn’t. Now she looked terrified. And that scared me more than the crack itself. Another impact slammed into the door. The entire Heart shook violently. Memories scattered around us. Thousands of glowing fragments spinning through the darkness. Some burst apart completely. The moment they did, I felt it. Not physically. Emotionally. Like pieces of a person disappearing forever. The realization hit me hard. Those weren’t just memories. They were pieces of her. Pieces of the Builder. Pieces of the life she’d lived.

Meg hurried into her room, bringing her hand to her mouth to stifle her crying; she felt as if a stake was driven through her chest. She leaned on the wall allowing her body to slide until it touched the floor. Sitting there, on the floor of her chamber, she experienced the tearing pain that spread through her chest, permeating her entire being. She wondered how many times a heart could be broken and still continue to beat. The pieces to which her heart had been shattered were so numerous that it became impossible to gather all the shards, each fragment being a painful memory.