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

teenager, keeping me on track

inside me. My carefully maintained

made her famous pot roast

I used to watch the sunset and dream about my future. The mountains rose through

Gave.

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seemed so tall, and people

simple social media post brought my story back into

elegant young woman looking for a burial plot. She wanted one with a beautiful view and plenty of sunlight. When I asked if it was for a family member, she said it was for herself. My heart just broke… #Funeral Director #Life”

included a photo of my profile. Blurry, but

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

post surfaced: “Young woman 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 funeral. Still can’t stop thinking about her.

realized I was

media’s tide turned

to see him one last time ?” “What if she needed the money for treatment? This is devastating…”

heart transplant history

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went silent.