Requiem of a Broken Heart

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She paused before speaking again.

“Allan, your mom gave me so many gifts today… I still can’t believe it. And since our marriage isn’t real, I feel guilty accepting all of it.”

Allan sat down beside Rachel, his expression thoughtful and distant as he began speaking in a soft voice.

“Rachel, there’s something about my mother I’ve never shared before. I never thought it was important, and honestly, she was absent from my life for so long. But with her presence now, I realize I should open up about it.”

Rachel gave him a gentle nod, her gaze full of understanding.

“I’m listening.”

Allan hesitated, gathering his thoughts.

“When I was little, my mom left my dad and moved away. After the divorce, I made countless attempts to visit her, hoping for some sign of love or care. I’ll never forget one birthday—my heart was aching with how much I missed her. All I wanted was to feel her arms around me, but when I found her, she wasn’t alone. She was with another man, her arm wrapped around his, her face lit up with a smile I’d never seen her give me.” His voice quivered as he continued,

“I reached out to her, hoping for some comfort, but she just stood there, refusing to bend down, refusing to hold me. I later learned that she married him. Then, one day, after school, I went to her again. She was pregnant, holding hands with her husband, walking casually through the park. I didn’t approach them. I just stood there, watching them from a distance. I knew she had moved on and Lizzie and I no longer had a place in her life.”

The sadness in Allan’s voice deepened.noveldrama

𝓒𝒉𝒆𝓬𝓀 𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝒉𝓮𝓻𝑒: 𝓰𝓪𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈.𝓬𝑜𝓂

“I was crushed. I swore to myself I would never go back to her, that I would never put myself through that again. But when Lizzie grew older, she noticed other kids with their moms. She became so envious, longing for something she didn’t have. Eventually, she begged me—over and over—to take her to find our mom. On her birthday, she cried uncontrollably, refusing to eat, not even touching her cake. I knew our dad couldn’t make it back in time, so I was left with no choice but to take Lizzie to our mom.”

Allan paused, the weight of that day still heavy in his heart.

“But we never even made it inside her new home. The gatekeeper wouldn’t let us in. Lizzie clung to the gate, her tiny fingers wrapped around the bars, pleading to see her. And then the rain started, pouring down as if the sky was mourning with us. Lizzie wouldn’t budge. We heard laughter from inside and saw our mom and her child in the gazebo. I saw Lizzie desperately call out for her.”

After a brief pause, he continued,

“The rain soaked us completely, but our mom didn’t even glance our way. She hurried inside, completely ignoring us. It was as if we were invisible—as if we didn’t exist. In the car, Lizzie was inconsolable. Her cries still haunt me. Through her tears, I can still hear her saying, ‘Is she really my mom? Having a mom must be so nice. I want a mom, too, but I’ll never have one. She’s someone else’s mom now, isn’t she?'”

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Message from Noah: Sorry for being late, new chapters to make up for it dear ones. God loves you and Noah whishes you all the best. (ɔO‿=)ɔ ♥

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