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

me feel strangely hollow. I just

now.

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

died in my throat.

apartment, but to the old house. Instead

afternoon, watching him pull weeds

won’t like you playing

“I’m divorcing her. All that matters is finding

14:50

tried to

realize then how dangerous those words were.

me time, but my rare blood type made finding a donor

When I’d given Alexander my heart, our matching blood type had seemed like

said they’d found a match. Before I could