Novel & Cerita Vulnerable Hearts

he sniffles, “why..why?” I couldn't feel my heart, I couldn't move, the air was thick with silence, my knees were trembling, tears falling freely from my eyes, “wha…what?” He scoffs, “every opportunity you get, you hurt me” his voice low, soft, sad, “... you'll always choose Matteo, I know, I know the only thing holding us together is that legal document, I know if you had the opportunity you'll run to Matteo arms and quite frankly, I can't fight it anymore. I can't keep fighting a lost battle. I just..”

EVE The pin drop silence in the doctor's room is killing me. I didn’t want to be here in the first place. My mother who never cared for me in her whole life forced me here today to come. The doctor is reading the test result silently. I just want to get out from here. After reading the nurses the doctor sigh and then said “I do not how to say it but it looks like you have Lung Cancer and it’s stage 4” The doctor say and hand us the test result . Suddenly my ear start to ringing as I start to space out after hearing the news.

I can feel my inner wolf collapsing inside my ribcage, howling in absolute despair as it is locked out by its own mate. I am standing in the center of the room, completely stripped bare of my uniform's armor, my fragile, aching heart laid out on his mahogany desk like a sacrifice. I’ve never felt more vulnerable, more discarded, and more shattered into a million unfixable pieces.

Just then the door bell rang. The pain of one heart can only be lived and felt by another heart, and that other heart is nothing but a piece of the same heart... All Hearts !

I tried to touch his cheek but he slapped my hand away making me tear up. He placed my hand on his heart "Do you know how much hurt you have caused this?" he pointed to his heart. He chuckled "Of course you wouldn't know as you are too busy letting other men in between your legs" he spat with disgust. I stood there too shocked to say anything.

Mamá and Javier came over to me; Javier was bleeding from his mouth yet remained standing between me and the altar as if he could protect me from the apocalypse. “Flee mija " he croaked. “No " I replied. "We finish this as one.” Marco knelt in the middle of the golden fault lines his hands pressed flat against the ground blood streaming, from his eyes gold code flowing out rapidly than his body could produce it. “I can’t keep the patch on any further " he yelled. "The heart is resisting. It’s attempting to restart the bloodstream!” The scarlet heart perched over the altar pulsated once—BOOM—and all remaining reflections collapsed onto their knees heads lowered, as if in reverence.

He grabbed my wrist tightly, “You can’t start a new relationship on a whim! Come with me!” Godden sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching our shadows across the floor. I pinned his hand down, trying to break free from his crushing grip. I stared at him with a terrifying calmness, “Vittorio, you are always so confident. But, how come you don't get that my heart was broken into a million pieces? It will never be fixed. Not ever.”

A life is at stake here! His words left me dumbfounded and hurting, like I had my heart gouged out too. I held Stan's photo tightly against myself, but no matter how hard I gripped it, it wasn't filling the hole in my chest. "A life is at stake?" I laughed wryly, before snapping coldly, "When he just went missing for hours?! My dear Stan had an accident and then got his heart taken away! So I guess some lives are more at stake than the others?!"

I promise to build a home with you, not a fortress. Tomorrow is not the end of our story. It’s the beginning of the part where we stop fighting the world alone. I love you. Arielle --- Damian’s vision blurred. He pressed the letter to his chest, breath catching, not painfully, but fully, like lungs learning new capacity. This was what terror felt like when it was paired with hope. This was vulnerability without armor. He lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, the room too quiet without her presence. The clock ticked with obscene volume.

The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital room bore into my eyes, amplifying the throbbing in my head. The antiseptic smell burns my nostrils, a sickening reminder of where I am and why. My body aches, each movement sending sharp pains through my bruised ribs, but it's nothing compared to the agony in my heart as I wait for news about Naomi.