Novel & Cerita Where My Heart Was Hidden

I hide it under the floorboard beneath our bed, where no one will find it, unless they’re meant to. The wooden floorboard creaks softly as I slide it back into place, resting the weight of the bed over our secret. It feels like burying a piece of my heart in the earth, a desperate time capsule left behind for a future version of myself I might not even recognize. I look back at the hiding spot, praying silently that if my mind is wiped clean someday, some instinct will lead me back to this place to find the truth of who I was when I was loved by him.

No other hiding place in this forsaken wreck of a room— no loose floorboard, no hollow wall, nothing safe from his searching eyes. Before he pushed open the creaking door, I had already slipped the tiny memory card from its slot and hidden it deep inside my ass. The only warm, secret place left to me. The only place he wouldn’t find it. Not yet.

Not yet. After what felt like hours, my heart beating outside my chest as exhaustion began to take hold of me, I finally found the hidden safe house Jules had mentioned. It was a small, unassuming cabin, barely visible amongst the dense foliage. I slipped inside, bolting the door behind me.

"You tore them down. You did not ask permission. You did not wait for an invitation. You did not use a key. You simply walked through them like they were nothing, like they were made of paper instead of stone. You walked through them and you did not look back." He squeezed my hands. "I have spent my whole life hiding from love. Hiding from my heart. Hiding from hope. Hiding from the possibility of happiness. Hiding from the chance that someone might actually want me. You found me anyway. You found me in the dark and pulled me into the light. You found me behind the walls and brought me home. You found me when I did not want to be found." He took a breath.

Congratulations to you, and to me as well. The moment the countdown ended, I picked up my luggage and opened the door. Cold border wind rushed in, carrying the scent of cedar and damp earth. Moonlight stretched toward the flight gate, silver and quiet, as if guiding me away from everything I had once tried to keep. I did not look back. Behind me, the old house disappeared into the night. The moon-energy thread between Damon and me finally snapped inside my chest. There was no violent tearing this time, only a hollow silence, as though something had been removed so completely that nothing remained behind.

“It’s not the enemy that destroys you… it’s the one who once said they loved you.” Elara didn’t know how long she had been walking. The music from the party had faded behind her, but the noise in her head only got louder. Not the heir. Not your concern. Leave the office. Each word echoed like a cruel reminder. She stopped by the garden hallway, gripping the edge of a table to steady herself. Her chest felt tight. Heavy. Like she couldn’t breathe properly.

The operating room doors closed like the final page of a book. In an instant, Yvonne and I were cut apart, as though we had been pushed into two different worlds. I wanted to laugh, but something caught in my throat. A metallic taste spread through my mouth, and something darker, heavier, sank inside my chest. Hopelessness was growing in me. I stood behind the hose cabinet like a broken statue for what felt like an eternity. By the time the doors finally opened again, the wind had already dried my tears.

None of them had been the destination. They had been obstacles. The shadow hadn’t wanted the world. It wanted access to the Heart. To the place where memory, identity, and existence itself were woven together. The place where Lyra had hidden something. Or someone. My pulse quickened. The girl saw it. She immediately looked away. Too late. I’d noticed. “There’s something else.” Silence. The girl closed her eyes. The Heart groaned around us. The shadow took another step forward. Closer.

"Are you done yet? Can I go upstairs?" I walked past Peggy and made my way up the stairs. When I entered my room, I realized that my belongings were gone, and my empty suitcase sat on the floor. My heart hammered in my chest, and my throat tightened with panic. "Where are my things?" I asked. I had the last keepsake my mother ever gave me—an emerald hairpin she had crafted by hand—and my baby's ashes. Peggy smirked when she saw my horrified expression. "Feeling anxious?"

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