The Heart Left Behind Novels & Stories

Three years ago, Joseph had a heart attack during an extreme sports session, and he was knocked out right away. The doctor said he needed a new and healthy heart, or he would never wake again. When they told me my heart was a match for Joseph, I signed the form of consent without batting an eye. When I woke up, I realized I could never get used to Joseph's weak heart, and my condition was getting worse with every passing day. And so I chose to leave him. I refused to weigh him down. He thought I left him because of his disease.

I touched my empty ring finger and called my colleague, who was working abroad. "Hey, does the professor still need someone at the lab? I'd like to pick up my research where I left it." My colleague was overjoyed. "You're coming back? Man, the professor was heartbroken when you left. He's going to be ecstatic if you're coming back. I'll need to ask him, though. Say, I thought you were getting married. Are you sure LDR is going to work?" I was going to find an excuse and cover for Rachel, but then again, that thought was ridiculous. I said, "Yeah, it won't get in our way. The land of the dead is the kind of LDR where you can't reach anyone anyway."

All I heard was the muffled sounds of her crying. I listened quietly. When the airport announcement prompted passengers to board, I hung up on her. Then, I went to my contacts, where I blocked and deleted the number. With that, I grabbed my luggage and went to board the plane. Soon, the plane took off and broke through the clouds. When I watched the city fading into the distance into a tiny dot, I felt a wave of peace wash over me. (The End)

The thought made my hand shake, and the cake fork slipped from my fingers, clattering to the floor. I was about to pick it up, but Jerry was already on his way out. "Pack business came up. I'll drive you another time," he said, then he was gone. Alone, I headed to the clinic on crutches. Somehow, I felt all those eyes on me, heavy with pity. On my way to the medication room to grab some medication, I overheard whispers from inside.

I was nothing more than a passerby, not even a friend. I had thought that mentioning these things again would still make me sad and furious. But only after saying them aloud did I realize my heart was completely still. There was no extra emotion at all. In that moment, I knew Adrian had become the past to me completely. He would never affect me again. Adrian's expression looked ugly, but he did not refute me. Instead, he said, somewhat dazed, "But I thought I was just looking after a new coworker... "Back when you first started your own career..."

Her smooth face with a glint of grief made him think she would resist to let him go. “You should talk to your guardian about it. You’re good to go, though you have to come back to remove those stitches, otherwise you’ll find strength to walk around in hours.” With the air of pity, she strolled back to the room and took the seat beside his bed. “Tell me. You need anything? Or want to talk about anything?” she added, as if she knew the things he wanted to let out. How his heart broke when the person he loved left him behind, with no words other than, ‘Money, you saw my money…’ echoed in his mind.

"Davien, our journey has been filled with challenges, but our love has always prevailed. The Heartwood has given us a glimpse of a future we dared to dream." As we left the Heartwood, the ancient trees seemed to whisper blessings, carrying the echo of a love that had overcome doubt and uncertainty. The journey had reaffirmed the extraordinary nature of our love, and the shared territory awaited with the promise of a future that held the potential for family and unity beyond anything we had imagined.

Mom and Dad have been divorced for ten years. One day, I come across a discussion thread. "Are all children of divorce having it hard?" I join the discussion. "Not always. Personally, I'm living pretty decently. After my parents' divorce, my sister and I were separated—one of us went to live with our paternal grandparents, and the other with our maternal grandparents. "For the last ten years, my parents have visited me once a year. Although they usually only stay for a few days, I can tell that they still love me." Within a minute, someone replies to my comment. "Girl, are you sure? My parents are divorced as well, but they can't bear to leave me at all. I've been with them since I wa

And yet, she left it all behind. The ache in my chest intensified, a mix of pride, longing, and guilt. My hands clenched around the humidifier, and the pain radiated deep into my soul. I had lost her, and yet, somehow, she had left a part of herself behind that made me ache even more. It was unbearable.

." She closed her eyes, and fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. She opened them, and we both stood there silently, our breath disappearing as it rose into the sky. "I-I thought that maybe-" she shook her head slowly, "-I thought that your voice had come back and you suddenly realized that you didn't want to be with Rain's mother. That I wasn't the one you wanted to tell 'I love you' to." She took a deep breath. "I also thought that maybe, when you had your heart surgery, I might have been lost too." She glanced at my chest before she looked down at the sand. I took her chin in my fingers and tilted her face back up to me. Once she was looking into my eyes, I brought my hand up and signed, "B