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.

tell me?” His voice

made me feel strangely hollow. I just

now.

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

responses died in my throat.

me home – not to my apartment, but to the old house. Instead of leaving,

watching him pull weeds from the

won’t like you playing

is finding you a heart.” His

14:50

tried

how dangerous those words were.

in treatments bought me time, but

anyone. When I’d given Alexander my heart, our matching blood

found a match. Before I could ask questions,