The Vacancy That Sat In My Heart Mga Nobela at Kwento

Although it is indeed one of the least visited countries in the world , the island was insanely beautiful , the reefs and afolls , the clear blue water that you could stand in giving you this feeling of standing in the middle of the ocean asthe fished swim past you , everything about it was truely beautiful and mesmerising , watching the children playing happily on the island made her think of how it would be if they had children together but she quickly shook it off ' Why are you thinking of children in a marriage for convinience , it would only last one year and moreover he doesn't love you so snap out of it and even if he does love you do you know what love is ?' , asking herself these q

I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, some feeling of void that seemed to be swallowing me. While waiting for Adrian to arrive, I couldn't stay in one place. The places changed, but the hopeless feeling of fiddling my thumbs over something didn't leave my mind. I felt down, and such a feeling of vacancy rose in my heart that never seemed to pass away. Just when it got so intolerable that I had thought I could bear it no more, I heard it-the knock.

Emptiness swirled around my heart. And everything went blank.

Where did anything go wrong? My heart burned and It wasn't quenching. For what felt like years, I rolled on the floor, clutching my face that I was sure it was bleeding. And then finally, the pain subsided, leaving my shivering at the hollow emptiness that was now my heart. I was empty, the part of me I filled with the beat of his heart, was now empty and the other part of me, lost and afraid.. desperate and broken. I was suddenly lifted up by someone and I was forced to look up at Edwin that was sneering down at me.

The soul bond once vibrant with three voices now only carried Skylar's presence and a gaping void where Ross used to be. I clutched my chest. The physical pain where the bond tore had not lessened. If anything it grew worse. My heart is already weak from age skipped beats erratically. Stuttered through rhythms. Forgot how to work properly. "I cannot do this," I whispered to the empty room. "I cannot survive without him." The bond fragment where Ross used to be pulsed with nothing. Absolute emptiness. It was worse than pain. My heart stuttered again. Skipped three beats in a row. My vision blurred.

His touch was filled with love. The feeling of emptiness seemed to vanish. My world was no longer empty but rather filled with his enticing aroma. My soul appeared to enter a gentle cradle, and I was saved beneath his beating heart. Ba-dump! Ba-dump! The heartbeats gradually calmed my nearly collapsing emotions.

The acrid taste matched the hollowness in my chest perfectly, a physical manifestation of the emptiness I'd been carrying around like dead weight. I watched the city view sprawl before me, buildings catching the early morning light like glass towers reaching toward heaven. The streets below were just beginning to stir with life, cars moving like ants, people reduced to tiny dots from this height. My heart was distant, floating somewhere beyond my reach, untethered and lost. I was still avoiding Sabrina's calls, each one a knife I couldn't bring myself to answer. The vibrations against my leg when her name lit up the screen felt like accusations, reminders of my cowardice. I didn't think I wa

I should’ve felt something, relief, love, gratitude, but all that filled the space between us now was emptiness. I walked to my study, the floor creaking faintly under my steps. The lamp on my desk cast a pale, solitary light over the papers scattered across its surface. The engagement ring box sat beside them, closed and empty. I thought the applause today would fill something in me, that it would help me make sense of everything. But all it did was leave a hollow echo that refused to fade. Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered Amber’s face when she said, “It feels like Mama.”

The last thing I hear is Kyra’s soul-piercing howl—so full of agony it makes my blood run cold—and the screech of the van pulling to a stop. Then nothing. I fall into a void, with my heart aching and my mind processing a pain I don't understand. ~

How many mornings had I watched her prepare remedies, her slender fingers working with precision? I placed the moonflowers in a crystal vase, carefully arranging them. The tea I set on her preparation table, where she spent countless hours mixing healing blends. "What am I doing here?" I muttered to myself, pacing the length of the healing den. Something felt incomplete. Missing. It took me several moments to realize what it was—my heart. I had left it behind with her. The emptiness of the den mocked me. Every shadow seemed to whisper her name. Every corner held memories that now felt like daggers in my chest.