The Heart I Gave The Love I Lost

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

“I’ve wrestled with whether to share this truth for years,” the surgeon posted online. “Every

time I came close, I remembered her pleading with us to keep her secret.”

“Had I known she was struggling so much… God, I should have spoken up sooner.”

The news that I’d given Alexander my heart exploded across social media, but I was oblivious in my little sanctuary.

I was picking up fresh produce at the local market when I saw the van coming. Then everything went dark.

I woke up to Rachel’s tear–stained face. She’d made peace with my terminal diagnosis, but

this senseless violence was too much.

The door flew open. Alexander stood there, chest heaving, clothes disheveled, hands bloody from presumably punching walls. His fingers trembled as he held up my medical file.

me?” His voice

me feel strangely hollow. I

now.

bed, sobbing like I’d never seen before. “I’ll find the best specialists, call in every favor, spend whatever it

in my throat. I managed a quiet,

but to the old house. Instead of leaving, he stayed,

One afternoon, watching him pull weeds from the garden, I

won’t like you playing

that matters is finding you a heart.”

14:50

tried to kill you.”

how dangerous

bought me time, but my rare blood type made finding

understood the odds better than anyone. When I’d given Alexander my heart, our matching blood type had seemed like destiny. Maybe it

found a match. Before I could ask