The Vacancy That Sat In My Heart Novels & Stories

"Even so, it's not going to be easy to find a heart donor. I still have some savings. If we can get enough money, maybe someone would—" "There is someone!" Ruby pulled out a compatibility report that she'd somehow prepared. "Look at this. It's from that girl in the ICU. Her family hasn't come forward to identify her, have they?" My blood immediately ran cold.

I just mumble back to him. I'm not sure how long after he left I woke up fully, but the side he sleeps in is cold, so he must have left hours ago. Turning, I see the paper on the bed. I smile and reach for it. Turning it over, my eyes widen. The sketch shows a person with the centre of their body hollowed out and empty. There's no longer a heart there. I read the poem. Hollowed out Empty within Nothing lingers Nothing lives Cold spreads quickly

It’s clear to me that I have no intention of falling for him but why do I feel something’s wrong in my mind and why do I suddenly feel an emptiness in my heart as if I am missing someone in my life. I sadly gaze at my knee; I've observed that it has stopped bleeding, but it's still a little sore. I looked for a handkerchief in my coat pocket to cover my legs, but I think I misplaced it, so I panicked and hastily looked for the cufflink in it as well. I smiled when I touched it inside my pocket! I suddenly realized the scarf on my neck, maybe will help to stop me from trembling in cold. I put my hands on it and untied it from my neck.

The once-stoic man, known for his unwavering composure, now bore the visible scars of a heart in ruins. From the commanding height of my penthouse, I gazed out at the city that once reflected the pinnacle of my success. The sprawling metropolis below, a maze of lights and shadows, mirrored the labyrinthine corridors of my own fractured soul. The view that had once been a source of pride now served as a constant reminder of the void left by Evelyn's inexplicable departure.

Knitting a brow handsomely with a husky question that made my heart skip a beat. “And for how long do you intend to wait?” Surprisingly, not vexed, placing my hand over my heart, the next words came from the bottom of my heart, sincerely. “Till my last breaths,” “What?” “I feel so hollow, so horrible, so incomplete and I doubt a replacement could fill that void in my heart. I want the one ripped from my memories,” He got back, tilting his head adorably that compelled me to lock my eyes to his handsome features, certainly out of my league.

I burst into the final car. It was empty. Just a single seat, red velvet, the vein pulsing beneath it like a heartbeat. On the seat: the ticket, red, glowing. ONE-WAY, PLATFORM 1918. VALID FOR ONE SOUL. Marisol stood beside it, no longer smiling. “The city needs a heart. You’re it. Sit, and the others live. Run, and the city drowns. Again.” I stared at the ticket. My hand trembled. Then I heard it—above, faint but real:

Jasper The events of the previous day were still fresh in my mind. I jerked awake feeling a dull yet excruciating pain in my chest. It felt like my heart had been ripped from its place and all I could feel was emptiness —a deep, deep void. As much as I tried to function I soon realized just how difficult it was going to be. Some hours ago I couldn't realize my life without Bridget and if someone had said I'd go through it sooner than later I'd have called them crazy.

“His heart is steady.” “That’s not what I asked,” I snapped. Elijah swallowed. “Some children… some powerful ones… they’re quiet.” “Quiet is not silent,” I said. The healers exchanged looks they thought I did not see. I felt it then. A hollow place inside my chest. Not pain. Not fear. Absence. I pressed my palm over my heart. “Something is gone.” Kieran’s voice dropped. “Nova.” “I gave something,” I said. “When the fire left me. I didn’t just burn it out. I lost something.”

But I didn't. I stayed sitting on my sofa, the letter in my hand, watching the candle flame flicker. And I thought. I thought about that emptiness I had been carrying for years, that hole inside me that nothing could fill. The nights I woke with a start, heart pounding, not knowing why. The days I watched people in the street wondering how they managed to look so alive. The evenings drinking one too many glasses, sleeping with the first person who came along, coming home alone in the morning with a taste of ashes in my mouth. This letter was the first thing in years that made my heart beat. The first thing that promised me something other than grey, bland, déjà vu. The first thing that told

And not with that sharp, intimidating air he wore in business—he was more like a sad puppy, showing up outside my apartment all the time. "I'm starving," he'd complain. "Then go eat!" I'd shoot back. "I'm exhausted." "Then go to bed!" "I missed you…" And before I could come up with another retort, his kiss fell, sudden and overwhelming. "Aurora," he whispered against my lips, "I really, really missed you." My eyes burned, and before I knew it, I was holding him just as tightly as he held me. On my birthday, Michael took me to Sorrowin Lake. Snow covered the frozen ground, and the whole world was quiet and shining. Right there, he went down on one knee.