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Like he’s saying the words and a numb terrifying void opens up in my chest, yet I don’t quite believe. “What do you mean, there’s someone else?....... Sophie doesn’t let anyone close.” My voice breaks, heart crushing inside my chest and breath escaping me fast. My mind scrambling to decipher the words he’s hitting me with and refusing to believe them as every part of me tries to not self-combust in this moment.

I opened the book, placed my hand on the page the woman pointed to, and closed my eyes. She told me to speak from my heart — not in words, but in feelings. To plead for mercy. To plead for peace. So I did. I recalled the pain we had suffered. The loss of a child. The silent nights. The bitter words of the elders. I recalled the strength it had taken to have life within me. To stand with Asher as the world was against him. To fight with no swords, no claws — only heart. I let it all go. Everything.

I sighed in relief and turned around to the bookshelf, "I must be fast." I approached the books and began to read the text on them. "Let me help you a bit", the bird told me and then flew close to the books. "Among these books, there is a book named Heart of Crystals. Find that book, it will guide you." " Thanks for telling me that but it would be great if you had told me about how to solve these puzzles", I told it and continued solving the puzzle.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

This was what it meant to look at someone like they were trash. I had spent the last seven years lying to myself. What an idiot I had been. When the nurse called for her, that woman walked forward with determination in her steps. "I'm going in. I'm not taking any chances. Not when that man's child might still be inside me." A heartbroken Zachary kissed the top of her head. "I'll wait for you. Be brave." She had just dismissed what might have been my unborn child like it meant nothing. That wordless cruelty poisoned the last of my hope, shriveling it up until nothing remained.

I pulled out my SIM card, snapped it cleanly in two, and let it fall into the trash, severing the last thread. I boarded the plane and turned off my phone. As the plane rose into the sky, I looked down at the city beneath the clouds, watching the place that held all my pain slowly fade from view. Silently, I whispered farewell to the life I once knew. … Ryan held his phone, waiting for a reply that never came. The screen went dark, and he pressed it to wake it again. A restless irritation twisted inside him, sharper and more relentless than ever. He loosened his tie, trying to shake off the strange discomfort.

" I laughed. Of course they had no empathy until it happened to them. Just as the bodyguards were about to strike again, Scarlett pulled a sharp hairpin from her hair and held it to her own throat. "Let him go." Ursula was furious. "Stop this nonsense!" James' face went pale. He knew his daughter's personality. He looked at Seth on the ground, unable to swallow his anger. "How dare you lay hands on a member of the Hayes family!" Scarlett pressed the hairpin closer to her throat. Ursula panicked. "Scarlett!"

But now— Darkness spread through it. Like ink in water. Corrupting. Consuming. And at the center— The Heart. Smaller here. But denser. More real. “You came to me,” it said, its voice no longer echoing—but close. Personal. Ethan stood, silver energy rising around him. “You wanted me.” The Heart pulsed slowly. “I am inevitable.” Ethan shook his head. “You’re persistent.” The Heart shifted, forming a more defined shape—almost human, but incomplete.

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."