My Heart Was Given To Her Chapter 2

I stood at the doorway for a long time, then knelt to pick up a crumpled paper from the floor. It was covered in my clumsy handwriting from that time, with a heart drawn beside it. “Thank you, Mom, Dad, and Brother, for finding me. I promise to be a good daughter, a good sister.”

“Seraphina, you’re back?” Mom’s voice came from behind me. “You can lend this room to Luna for her things for now; after all, the doctor said you’ll mostly be at the hospital for the next six months…”

I suppressed the bitterness in my heart. “But this is my room.”

Dad and my brother heard her voice and walked over, standing behind Mom.

“So what if it’s your room? Luna just had major surgery, can’t you be a little more accommodating? We’re not saying you can’t live here.”

I slowly exhaled, my chest tightening again.

“She already took my chance at life.” I looked at them, speaking each word distinctly. “Now, do you want to take my room too?”

After a brief silence, my brother was about to speak. “Maybe we can put her things in my…”

But Luna suddenly peeked out from the stairwell. She wore pink loungewear, looking delicate and well-behaved.

“Is Sister unhappy… Then I’ll move my things back.” She teared up, then bent down to pick up the largest suitcase. But as soon as she moved, she suddenly clutched her chest, swaying slightly.

“Baby!” Mom was the first to rush over and support her. Dad quickly knelt down. “What’s wrong? Is your chest hurting? Don’t move, Daddy will carry you.” He picked Luna up in his arms, frantically rushing out. My brother followed, pulling out his phone to call for an ambulance.

Before Mom left the room, she looked back at me. I’d seen that look before. Disgust and cold fury.

“Seraphina! If anything happens to your sister, you’ll be in big trouble!”

Watching the three of them leave, my chest suddenly contracted violently. The pain was different from usual; it felt like something deep inside my heart had ruptured. I leaned against the wall, slowly sliding to the floor, raising my hand to clutch my chest. The doctor’s voice echoed in my ears, “In your current condition, if you don’t get a matching heart soon, I’m afraid it will quickly…” I didn’t let him finish, but I understood what he meant. My remaining time was even shorter than I imagined. But I, I probably didn’t need it anymore.