Pieces Of Her Heart Novels & Stories

“If only I could tell you why I said what I said… Why I did what I did…” Her eyes followed a yellow leaf that was carried around by a strong wind. Dea saw herself in that leaf. Pushed aside by her parents, deserted in her hour of need, hurt by every single person she’d loved… “In cases like this, people usually say ‘follow your heart’. But if your heart is broken in a million pieces… which piece do you follow?” A knock on the door stopped her train of thoughts… She’s going to stand still, maybe whoever it was will go away… A second one, a bit stronger, and more persistent than the first one.

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.

At a point he felt like his heart ashed in pieces seeing her like this. To be continued...

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.

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.

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!

I love you so much. "And we both won in our own ways." The look in his eyes mirrored what she felt inside her soul. Damaged. She had damaged them both. She had given herself to him and broken his heart. She had done everything like she planned then why did her heart feel like it wanted to burst open? Why did it beat so painfully in her chest? Why did she feel ripped to pieces?