The Heart I Gave The Love I Lost

Chapter 6

I might not look pretty when I die, but I doubt she’ll be scared. After all, it will be our last moment in this world together. Maybe she’ll forgive me for this final surprise.

I returned to the old house beside St. Mary’s Home for Children. I don’t know how Alexander will react when he learns the truth. Honestly, I no longer care.

With Max, my golden retriever, at my side, I came back to the house where I grew up. I was an orphan, raised in the children’s home. The first time I left was for college – that’s where I met Alexander on my very first day. Now those memories feel heavy, like stones in my pocket.

The yard was overgrown, as tangled as my past. As I cleared away the weeds, it felt like I

was clearing away years of pain. With each patch of ground I cleaned, the weight of my approaching death lifted slightly,

Then I heard footsteps on the porch. “Sarah, honey… is that really you?”

I turned to see Miss Margaret, her silver hair catching the evening light, joy brightening her

weathered face.

“Miss Margaret.”

The familiar warmth of her presence washed over me. I suddenly realized I wasn’t

guided me through my darkest years as a teenager, keeping me on

seeing her – broke something inside me. My carefully maintained composure crumbled, and I

of stirring up painful memories. Instead, she made her famous pot roast my childhood favorite

I often found myself at the old stone bridge where I used to watch the sunset and dream about my future. The mountains rose through the morning mist,

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seemed so tall, and people so

A simple social media post brought my story back into the

wanted one with a beautiful view and plenty of sunlight. When I asked if it was for

post included a photo of my profile.

Before, I was just the gold–digger who abandoned the famous. Alexander Morgan. Now people sensed there was more to the story. They started digging deeper into my

came in asking about sunflowers for her funeral. Said they always face the light, so they’d help her find warmth in the darkness. Later found out she was planning her own

everyone realized I was dying.

media’s tide turned immediately:

to that party just to see him one last

bombshell my artificial heart transplant

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internet went silent.