ALL OF MY HEART

ALL OF MY HEART

The city of Aurelion never slept. Even at midnight, its towers continued to shine against the darkness, their glass walls reflecting rivers of blue and silver light. Flying vehicles moved silently between skyscrapers, guided by invisible traffic systems. Holographic advertisements floated above the streets, speaking to people who no longer needed to look up. Artificial intelligence controlled almost everything—transportation, medicine, security, communication, even the weather inside certain districts. The city was the greatest achievement humanity had ever created. But beneath the glowing towers, behind the perfection and technology, people still suffered. And sometimes, the most broken hearts lived in the most beautiful places.

Lanna Grey stood at the edge of the Skybridge, staring down at the city below. The bridge connected two of Aurelion’s largest towers, stretching hundreds of meters above the streets. Beneath her, thousands of lights moved like stars trapped on the ground. Her silver coat moved gently in the artificial wind. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Lanna turned. A man stood a few steps behind her. He was tall, dressed in a black coat that seemed to absorb the light around him. His hair was dark, his face sharp, and his eyes were colder than the night. Lanna looked at him briefly before turning back toward the city. “It is,” she said.

“You don't sound impressed.” he asked. “I didn't say I was impressed.” She replied. The man studied her. “Most people come here to take pictures.”

“Most people don't have enough problems.” A faint smile appeared on his lips. “You have problems?” “Everyone has problems.” “Not everyone admits it.”

“Not everyone asks questions they don't care about.” The man's smile disappeared.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Lanna returned her eyes to the city, the man looked at her again. “You know this bridge is closed after midnight?” “Then why are you here?”

“I own the building.” Lanna slowly turned toward him. “You own this building?” “And the bridge.” “And the city?” “No.” “Shame. You looked like the kind of person who would say yes.” For the first time, the man's eyes showed genuine amusement. “You're not afraid of me.”

“Should I be?” She debriefed. “Probably.” He answerd. Lanna looked him up and down. “You don't look very dangerous.” The man's eyes hardened. “That is because you don't know me.” “Then I suppose you should introduce yourself.” He took a step closer. “Omen Harn.” Lanna stared at him.

The name was familiar, everyone in Aurelion knew Omen Harn.

He was the youngest billionaire in the city. The owner of Harn Industries, the company responsible for some of the most advanced technological systems in the world. His company created artificial intelligence systems, medical implants, security networks, transportation systems, and entire smart cities. People called him a genius, others called him a monster. Some said he had bought his way into power. Others said he had destroyed every person who had ever stood in his way. There were stories about him, too many stories.

Lanna looked at him again, “Omen Harn,” she repeated. “Yes.” “You're the Omen Harn?” “How many do you know?” “Only one.” “Then I suppose I am.” Lanna looked away. “Then you should be inside your building, surrounded by people pretending to like you.” Omen's expression became unreadable. “Perhaps I don't like people.” “That's unfortunate.” “Why?” “Because you're one of them.” For a moment, Omen simply stared at her, then he laughed.

It was a quiet laugh, but it sounded unfamiliar, as if he had forgotten how to do it. Lanna noticed. “You don't laugh much, do you?” “No.” “Why?” “Because there is rarely anything funny.” “That must be a miserable way to live.”

“You know nothing about my life.” “Neither do you know anything about mine.” That silenced him. The wind moved between them. Lanna looked at the time on her wrist. “I should go.” “Where?” “Home.” “Why?” “Because people usually go home when they are finished standing on bridges.” Omen looked toward the city. “Do you live far?” “Why?” “I'm asking.” “Then you are asking too many questions.” “Do you always avoid answering?” “Only when I think the person asking doesn't deserve the answer.”His eyes narrowed. “You think I don't deserve to know where you live?” “I think you don't deserve to know much about me.”

Something about her answer seemed to interest him. “Why?” “Because I don't know you.” “Then get to know me.” Lanna smiled faintly. “No, thank you.” She began walking toward the entrance of the bridge. “Lanna.” She stopped. She had never told him her name. Slowly, she turned around. Omen looked at her. “Your name is Lanna Grey.” Her expression changed. “How do you know that?” “I know many things.” “That is not an answer.” “I saw your identity badge.” Lanna looked down at her coat. A small identification strip was attached near her shoulder. “You could have just said that.” “I could have.” “You enjoy making people uncomfortable.” “Sometimes.” “Goodbye, Omen Harn.” “Goodbye, Lanna Grey.” She walked away. Omen watched her disappear into the elevator.The doors closed. For several seconds, he remained where he was. Then he turned toward the city. He had met thousands of people in his life. Politicians, business leaders, scientists, celebrities, enemies, people who wanted his money, people who wanted his power, people who wanted his destruction.

But Lanna Grey was the first person in a long time who had looked at him without wanting anything. And for reasons he did not understand, he wanted to see her again.

Three days later, Lanna was working at the Central Medical Tower. She was not a doctor. She was not a scientist. She was a systems coordinator, one of the people responsible for ensuring that the city's medical networks operated properly. Her job was difficult, but she enjoyed it. At least, she enjoyed helping people. The rest of it was exhausting. “Lanna!” She turned around. A young man ran toward her. “What's wrong?” “The emergency network is failing in District Nine.” Lanna immediately turned toward the control room. “Who is handling it?” “Everyone is trying, but the system won't accept the override.” “Then don't use the override.” The young man stared at her. “What?” “Disconnect the damaged sector before the failure spreads.” “That will cut off medical services to almost eighty thousand people.” “Only temporarily. If the network collapses, it will affect half the city.” He hesitated. “Lanna, the system is protected.” “Then find someone with authority to access the central core.” “There is only one person who can do that.” Lanna looked at him. “Who?” He swallowed. “Omen Harn.” Lanna sighed. “Of course.” She took the emergency communication device. “Connect me.” A moment later, a voice answered. “Omen Harn.” Lanna frowned. “You answer your own emergency calls?” “Sometimes.” “Your system is failing.” “Which one?” “District Nine medical network.” “Why are you calling me?” “Because apparently only you can access the central core.” “You sound annoyed.” “I am annoyed.” “Why?” “Because your system is failing.” “That is not my fault.” “You designed it.” “Does that mean I am responsible for every mistake made by every person who uses it?” “Right now, yes.” There was a pause, then Omen said, “You sound familiar.” Lanna rolled her eyes. “I'm Lanna Grey.” “I know.” “Of course you do.” “Are you always this pleasant?” “Only with people who create problems.” “I'm coming.” “You don't need to come.” “I know.” “Then why are you coming?” “Because I want to.” The line disconnected. Lanna stared at the device. The young man beside her looked nervous. “Is that him?” “Yes.” “What did he say?” “He's coming.” “Here?” “Yes.” “Why?” Lanna looked at him. “If I knew, I would be less annoyed.” Twenty minutes later, Omen entered the medical tower. The entire floor seemed to change when he arrived. People stopped talking. Security systems recognized him instantly. Employees moved aside. Omen ignored everyone. His eyes immediately found Lanna. She stood beside the central system, arms crossed. “You took your time.” “I was in another building.” “You own the fastest transport system in the city.” “Then perhaps you should complain to the transport division.” “I am complaining to you.” “Good.” He stood beside her. “What happened?” Lanna explained the problem, Omen listened carefully. When she finished, he looked at the system. “Who designed the emergency protection layer?” “Your company.” “Which department?” “Your company.” He glanced at her. “You are difficult.” “And you are avoiding the question.” Omen touched the control panel. A holographic display appeared. “Here.” Lanna leaned closer. “The system is not failing.” “Then why are patients losing access?” “Because someone is forcing the system to reject external commands.” “Someone?” Omen's expression changed. “Yes.” “Are you saying someone is attacking the network?" “I am saying someone has already entered it.” Lanna stared at the display. “Can you stop them?” “Yes.” “Then do it.” Omen looked at her. “Do you always give orders to people you just met?” “Only when thousands of lives are at risk.” He smiled slightly. “You care about people.” “Is that surprising?” “To me, yes.” “That's sad.” Omen's smile disappeared. Lanna looked at him. “What?” “Nothing.” “No. You said something.” “Forget it.” “I don't like forgetting things.”

“Then remember this.”

“What?” “People who care too much are usually the ones who get hurt the most.” Lanna looked at him. “Maybe.” “Maybe?” “Maybe being hurt is better than becoming someone who never cares.”Omen said nothing. She turned toward the screen.“Can you stop the attack?” “Yes.” “Then stop it.” Omen entered a series of commands. The system flashed, the network slowly returned to normal. One by one, medical stations came back online. The young man behind them let out a breath. “It worked.” Lanna looked at Omen. “Thank you.”