When my husband died, he left my broken heart behind. He left another heart behind, too—his. I know it’s wrong. I shouldn’t be contacting the recipient of my husband’s heart. I don’t even expect him to reply… But there’s a desperate, twisted part of me that hopes he will. No names. No personal details. Just a conversation. The only thing I have left of my husband is inside him.
Trigger and Content Warnings
- Hospitalisation for attempted suicide (protagonist)
- Grief & loss depiction
- Death of a husband recounted
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