This Heart Of Mine Was So Far Gone 소설 & 이야기

She tried to genuinely sound sympathetic. He smiled. "You're wrong baby girl." He placed one hand on her thigh. "I don't have a heart. I ripped my heart out of my chest and buried it when I heard my mum got another husband, settled with him in Florida, gave birth to twins, and adopted two children. The one person I was secretly waiting for didn't care about my existence, so I stopped caring. I don't care whether your friend is broken to pieces or beaten up to the point of blindness."

endless thoughts dashed through my mind. Suddenly I couldn't think straight. My mind was cloudy, and I felt weary. I pushed Angy aside and rushed to the window to gasp for air. "I was right; the air in the room grew thin, insufficient for the three of us. When I turned around, I was met by my mother and Angy's gaze. "Goodness...! You're sweating, darling," "This will ruin your makeup," mother said. "Don't worry, Mrs. Grey, I don't mind doing the makeup all over again; that's part of my job. And I'm here to ensure your daughter gets to the aisle in perfect look," Angy said as she ushered me to take a seat on the couch by the window. Angy brought me a glass of water as mother talked me out of

And my heart sinks, so low, to the bottom of an endless pit. He's gone.

"Aaaaaaarrggghhh!!!" My heart thuds against my chest. I feel like I'm already dying with the whole piece of my heart leaving me. She has left me. For good. Forever.

The war was over. But my heart. It was shattered. Because she was gone. Again.

My heart is imprisoned in the crimes I have executed, all alone in misery. “I.. have lost everything. I may have them but I don’t have you. You should have listened to me... I have lost a piece of my heart…. The sins I have committed made me your culprit and this is my punishment to lose you after having you.. How could I let this happen? You are mine… but you are not… I wanted you in my life. Whom will I tell about the.. condition of my heart now? You left me like everyone... You promised to stay and provide me solace...”

"Just like you're doing now." In that instant, I was in so much pain that I was laughing and crying at the same time. I could not believe Collen would think that I was that despicable. Looking at her twisted face, I realized it wasn't that I was despicable. It was that my love was too pathetic. Fine, then. I'd just stop loving her. This farce ended when a nurse walked in and exclaimed, "What happened to the hand with the IV? Your veins are so hard to find! Didn't I tell you to take good care of the IV needle?"

My beloved portraits—the ones I carefully chose, hung, admired every single damn morning—they were GONE. Not just missing. No, no, no. They had been annihilated. Shards of wooden frames littered the floor like the remains of a massacre. My portraits. Destroyed. Crashed. Pulverized. Gone, gone. Do you know what I mean by “gone gone”? Like, the kind of gone where angels weep and demons laugh? Yeah. That type of gone. My chest seized up. I nearly forgot how to breathe. My soul left my body, went outside, bought cigarettes, smoked two, and still didn’t come back.

“You ask me for a second chance, but there isn't any. You can't change what's already done. You can't fix the heart you have already broken.” I took a deep, liberating breath, the cool mist of the fountain settling over me like a shield. "I spent three years playing a game where your love was the prize, Edwin. And now that I'm finally free, I realize that the grand prize wasn't worth winning. Even if you did everything for a reason, I can't forget it." Edwin stood frozen, his mouth slightly open, the devastating weight of my rejection finally settling over him. "Goodbye, Edwin," I said quietly.

Never in a decade of resentment did I imagine hearing such words from him. My father did not lie. As the days passed, I gradually began to heal. I traveled from country to country. For a while, the shadow of my mother's death faded. Still, I knew my story was far from over. Ryan had yet to face the consequences of his actions. Whenever my thoughts drifted to Ryan, I sensed he was thinking of me as well. The truth was, I had never truly left his mind. While I was gone, he spent every day with Olivia.