Your Heart Didn't Recognize Me Novels & Stories

suddenly crossed his mind. "Mamalove..." he murmured, stopping in place. He felt a sharp pain in his chest—a quiet acceptance of the truth that his Mamalove might no longer recognize him. But in the middle of his hesitation, a voice—soft yet firm—whispered in his heart: "You don’t need to be recognized by the eyes to be loved. Mamalove’s heart knows you, and that is something that will never fade." At that moment, he continued walking. Not because he was certain of what awaited him, but because he knew that every step was leading him toward his true identity.

It was as though a hidden door within my heart swung open, revealing a truth I hadn't dared to acknowledge even to myself. A soft tremor coursed through my being, an undeniable recognition that the words I had spoken held a depth beyond mere friendship. How had I not seen it before? How had my heart whispered its secrets without my conscious consent? "I..." I began, my voice a fragile thread in the silence that enveloped us.

He had just given all his fire and tenderness to one person, and one person only. The broken thread dug into my palm. Suddenly, my wolf spirit let out a mournful whimper. It was slamming against my ribcage, sending waves of pain that threatened to shatter my sanity. I clutched my chest, gasping for air. Looking at the broken, scattered moonsilk on the floor, I finally understood. I finally understood what I had been so afraid of. I was terrified.

Later, they all exploded with astonishing growth. My judgment and decisiveness silenced every doubt. Now, those same board members greeted me with respect, addressing me properly as "Mr. Guzman" when they saw me. I immersed myself completely in my work. The constant hustle left no room for old memories. I thought my life would continue like that indefinitely. Until the night at a charity gala, where I met Amelia Lockhart. I no longer needed love. What I needed was a reliable partner. And that was exactly what Amelia was.

A mixture of gratitude and embarrassment settled within her as he gently wiped away her tears, creating a unique connection between two souls traversing through the unexpected twists of fate. The hazel eyes that had witnessed much silently communicated a profound understanding, leaving Hiya to contemplate the depth of compassion that had unexpectedly entered her life. She lowered her gaze, and he continued, "I am sorry... I know I shouldn't have done this, but you were crying nonstop for a long time, and I couldn't resist.” --------------------

I didn’t wait for a reply, breaking into a near-sprint until my door was safely between me and the world. Thankfully, I didn't encounter anyone else, and I had successfully made my way back into my room. I shut the door close, sliding right on the floor, as I reached in for my chest, which seemed to continue its thrumming. Ohh come on stupid heart, you need to calm down, he didn't even do anything, so why the hell are you beating so quickly? I voiced out in my head as I ran my fingers through my hair, slowly taking deep breaths and letting them out.

"I... I hate that I don't remember you, Tobi. I hate that I was just a tiny baby when whatever family tragedy struck us and separated our lives. I don't remember our parents, I don't remember this house, and I don't remember the boy in that painting." I take a deep breath, stepping closer as a sudden, overwhelming wave of clarity washes over my soul. "But even though my memory is completely blank... my heart knows exactly who you are. I know deep down in my bones that you will never, ever let me down, because you have already proven it to me over and over again before I even knew we shared the same blood."

Where on earth have I gone wrong? The music, which should have made his voice a bit inaudible, had been paused, thereby making his hurtful words clear and strong enough to break my heart into tiny shreds. "She's really obsessed," I heard the Beta's daughter say, followed by a mocking laugh as she clung even tighter to him. I felt just like real trash.

I didn't think of anything, I just said what came out of my heart. —I'm not going to stop looking for you and I'm not going to stay away from you, I want to know you and know more about you, you are different and I know what i talk about. Let me show you that things are not like that. Once again I could see her face of astonishment and confusion and after a long time, which in my opinion was centuries, she said:

I asked hoping he would heed but he didn’t even turn his face to look at me, How mean. What do I do now?🤷 Oh, he’s moving! He’s picking up the intercom beside the bed. ‘Hey look at me I’m over here’ I almost screamed “Hi……” OH DREAMLAND!! I just heard his voice and it was not on tape. His voice could be used as a soothing pill! But the ‘HI’ wasn’t to me, it was into the phone. “Someone seemed to have sprained her ankle, could you come check?” He hung up after those few words. Oh at least he’s doing something.