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

a teenager, keeping me on

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

what had happened. She was afraid of stirring up painful memories. Instead, she made her famous pot roast my childhood favorite and smiled as she watched me eat

watch the sunset and

Heart I Gave. The Love

Chapter 6

ants. The mountains seemed so tall, and people

everything changed. A simple social media post brought my story back into

– tall, 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

photo of my profile.

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

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

realized I was

tide turned

see him one last time ?” “What

my artificial heart transplant history was

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internet went silent.