Pieces Of Her Heart Novels & Stories

The kind of gentle apology you give someone before you break their heart. He didn't love me at all. The next day, I went to see Elder Lyra with red, swollen eyes. The Elder asked no questions. She calmly took out a magnificent piece of moonsilk tapestry. In the bottom right corner, there was a tiny, barely noticeable flaw. Elder Lyra picked up a pair of silver scissors from the table and, without hesitation, sliced the entire tapestry in half. "Elder!" I jumped up in horror. "A single flaw can ruin the whole cloth," she said, tossing the scissors aside. Her gaze was as sharp as a blade, piercing my soul.

Was she still harboring feelings for Liam after all this time? My gaze fixated on the image, scrutinizing every detail, pain coursing through my veins. It burned, deep and raw, as I realized the dress she wore in the picture was the same one she had put on earlier that morning before claiming to head to the library. She had lied straight to my face. As my mind raced with a lot of questions, the knock on the door statled me. I took a deep breath and walked to the door, my lungs inhaling the crisp air, tormenting my senses.

I could see her smile and laugh even if I was not the reason for it. I love her, I don't know, but I fucking love her so much. Even years have passed since we were together. She's the only woman I've been thinking about all night. When I missed her, I always watched her videos. She didn't know that I always kept on videoing her when we were still together. I kept watching our wedding videos, her silliness, and how much she appreciated even those small things. She's just simple but a very gorgeous woman. She has this kind heart that I really love the most.

That's when she saw something that burst her bubble of happiness. On the refrigerator door, a calendar reminded her that on that very evening, it would be the final of "The Key to the Heart." Sophie tried not to let it torment her too much because Nicholas had declared several times the night before that he loved her, and she knew he had been sincere. However, she was an adult woman and knew that love isn't always enough, that it doesn't solve everything, and it wasn't fair to expect Nicholas to change all his life plans, everything he had planned, just because she had reappeared in his life, and they had discovered that the supposed memories from the past were misunderstandings.

He towered over her, his presence overwhelming, his gaze fixed on her every movement. She reached out and gently took his hand. Before he could react, she placed it against her chest. Her heartbeat thudded beneath his palm—strong, steady, undeniable. She looked up at him, eyes shining. “You would hate me,” she said softly, painfully, “because of the very heart beating in my chest.” She swallowed. “And the person it once belonged to.” The room went still.

She was beyond my reach, hiding her heart away from me where I couldn’t damage it any further. I heard her suck in a sharp breath and instantly my eyes flew to meet hers. If I thought my heart couldn’t possibly break any further, I’d been wrong. Because what I saw reflected in her emerald orbs caused it to shatter into a million pieces. Her stoic facade was cracking and what lay underneath was nothing short of total wreckage, a completely ruined soul.

And Calderón’s scent was blood and betrayal. She slid the picture back into the envelope, then hesitated. Shredding it would be safer. Cleaner. But destroying it wouldn’t erase the fact that someone had been close enough to take it… and close enough to find her. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She snatched it up, half-expecting a warning from one of her analysts. Instead, it was just a calendar reminder—dinner tomorrow night, same time, same place. With him. She set the phone down, exhaling slowly.

The broken pieces broke her already broken heart, the coldness turning numb with a glossy layer forming on her cornea. Each moment she felt herself walking closer to him, the traffic lights beamed to the red one. Miraculously, each time he tried to refrain from her heart, she was falling for him deeper. Richard was that myriad of feelings for her that she couldn't hold yet couldn't let go as well.

Her heart felt like a shattered glass that cut deeper at every beat of her heart, reflecting her fractured soul within. Soft sobs erupted from depths of her which were so uncontrollably and conveyed the rawness of her pain, as she tried to grapple with the messy situation in her head over and over again. She gnashed her teeth together so tightly to swallow her pain. Trying to pick the sad pieces of how unlikely she wanted the situation to be. Confusion clung desperately to every of her being like a relentless shadow. Her heart hurt at every minute of her engulfing thoughts.

He had always believed that she would always be the kind and pure woman from back then. But now, the stone monument of his goddess, Lorraine, which soared skyward in the center of his heart, had completely crumbled and shattered into countless razor-sharp fragments. These shards scattered all around his heart and cut its walls mercilessly, leaving it riddled with thousands of gaping wounds!