Her heart.
Wind billowed through the trees, creeping close towards the window that lay Sarah who started at the morning s unlight filtering through the curtains, her heart heavy with the memories of the night before. Was it worth it? The thought lay heavy in her mind, flowing down like a stone in her stomach. The boy... stood there in the corner of her mind, his words echoing like distant thunder in the vast expanse of her thoughts, a storm waiting to unleash its fury upon the fragile walls of her heart. "Sarah?" somewhere the voice of her mother broke through the fog. "Her thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm as she turned towards her mother's voice, a tremor in her fingers betraying the calm facade she wore like a shield against the world's relentless gaze. "Im here, mom. What do you need?" She watched her mother filter through the curtain laid as her heart clenched with a mix of guilt and longing, the weight of her secrets pulling her into the shadows of her own doubts and fears. She saw her mother's tight jaw, her eyes clouded with unspoken worries, mirroring the turmoil that raged within Sarah's own heart, a distant echo of the storm that brewed behind her calm exterior. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" her mother's voice was soft, tinged with a hint of concern that pierced the only thing keeping Sarah standing. Sarah knew the news that awaited her. "The doctor said another surgery woul d be necessary, her mother's words lingered in the heavy air as Sarah's heart sank, drowning in the sea of uncertainties that swirled within her chest. "...Thanks for telling me. I'd like to be alone right now." "Of course," sp oke the silence. Sarah watched as her mother left, leaving her alone with her thoughts, the weight of her decisions pressing down on her like a heavy shroud. She closed her eyes, feeling the ache in her chest grow with each passing moment, the echoes of the past mixing with the uncertainty swirling in her already broken heart. Yet, the surgery didn't seem like something to worry about, but her remaining days were already numbered in the calendar of her heart, each beat a gentle reminder of the fleeting nature of time, of life slipping through her fingers like grains of sand in an hourglass.
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Her heart.
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Writers
BUGABOO
Pamungkas (NPC)Publish Date
3/13/2026
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