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> My Heart
By ROMOBUS

Calvin and Daisy were more than just classmates—they were two hearts quietly drawn together by something deeper than friendship. Amid lecture halls and late-night study sessions, love quietly bloomed. Calvin, the calm and gentle soul, found his match in Daisy, a brilliant and guarded woman not easily swayed by charm.

But when emotions run high and unspoken fears rise to the surface, their bond is tested by the very thing that brought them together—vulnerability. As doubts creep in and decisions loom, Calvin and Daisy must decide: is love enough to quiet the voices of insecurity, or will fear tear apart what fate has built?

In a world where hearts are often broken before they are truly known, My Heart is a tender, modern love story about trust, timing, and the courage to fall—completely.

MY HEART by romobus12

The house looked smaller than she remembered—like it had shrunk under the weight of secrets. She stepped through the front door slowly, the silence inside unsettling. Her mother stood in the living room, arms crossed tightly, as if holding herself together. Ezra lingered by the window, unusually quiet.

Daisy nodded. "You said it was urgent."

Her mother hesitated, then gestured toward the couch. "Sit. Both of you."

Calvin stayed beside Daisy as they sat. He didn't speak, just offered silent strength. Her mother looked at him briefly, then back at Daisy.

"I got a call this morning," Grace began. "From Kisumu General Hospital."

Grace inhaled sharply. "Your father's there. He's sick."

"My father?" Daisy said slowly. "The man you never wanted to talk about? The one who left?"

"He didn't leave, Daisy," her mother said softly. "I made him leave."

He looked up, eyes flickering between them. "Mum told me when I turned fifteen. I promised not to tell you."

Daisy stared at them both, heat rising in her chest. "Why now?"

"Because he's asking for you," her mother said. "He said your name. Over and over."

He sat still, watching the hurt unfurl on Daisy's face like a slow storm.

She whispered, "And you just expected me to what? Show up and forgive him?"

"No," Grace replied, her voice thick. "I just thought you should have the choice."

Outside, the evening wind stirred the trees. Inside her, something cracked open—grief she didn't know she was holding.

Calvin reached for her hand, and she let him. For the first time in a long time, she didn't try to hold it all in.

Just this once, she let herself be the one who needed saving.

CHAPTER 32: What Was Never Said