Atlas Of The Heart の小説・ストーリー

My heart clenched as Miguel’s gaze found mine, his expression triumphant. "where is Atlas?"

Otherwise, I’ll come after you. —None of that, kiddo! I leave the two of them and go to my office. When I arrive, I see a box on top of the desk. When I open it, I get a scare: inside, there’s an animal’s heart, with a note: I’m very close! I close the box quickly and throw it in the trash, feeling a chill run down my spine.

But I need to stop this before it goes too far. "Atlas, I mean it," I sit up and push myself away from him. He looks so devilishly handsome with his messy hair and undone shirt, his lips full and red from kissing. "Cordelia," As he pulls himself back I see his heart retreating into its dark, inner chamber where he keeps it trapped most of the time. It breaks me a little to see him cut himself off from his feelings. Reaching forward, I place my hand on his and squeeze. "Atlas," I whisper. "I need to know something. And I want you to answer me honestly."

ELENA My heart was shattered to splinters, my pupils dilating against my will as I watched the duo that were locked in an embrace. Why was I heartbroken? Maybe it wasn’t really the sight of this strange woman hugging and kissing Atlas like they were a thing. I feared the real reason my heart was broken, was that Atlas didn’t even try to push this woman away. He let her touch and kiss him however she pleased, standing there like a tree. What happened to not being a relationship person?

Anais needed him and he had ignored her. “The pup looks okay for now,” the doctor continued. “The steady heartbeat is good, though it is a bit low. That could be its normal rate, some pups have a slower heartbeat, but this one is at the bottom of the safe range. I’ve ordered an ultrasound that will be done shortly, and have alerted the doctors on the ward of Omega Hawke’s pregnancy.” “Are they going to be alright?” Atlas asked softly. He almost couldn’t force the question out, so great was his fear.

"I need to not think. Not feel. Not be in my head. I need you. At my feet. While I do this. While I study. While I plan murders and executions and everything. I need to be grounded. Present. Not drowning in his claims. His visions. His everything. Can you, will you—" "Yes," Atlas said immediately. "Whatever you need. However you need it." She nodded. Turned back to the files. "Then please. Service me. While I work. Keep me here. Keep me grounded. Keep me from disappearing into his fantasies. His plans. His ownership of everything, including parts of me that don't even exist yet." Atlas understood. She needed to reclaim. Needed to feel her own body respond to her own choices. Not Dante's clai

My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure. The silence stretched between us, uncomfortable and heavy. The beeping of the heart monitor seemed to grow louder, a relentless reminder of the strained atmosphere. I cleared my throat, desperate to shift the focus away from the painful topic. “How... how are you feeling?” I asked, my voice trembling as I tried to sound nonchalant. Atlas’s gaze remained fixed on me, his expression still pained. “What do you think?” he replied, his voice laced with bitterness. “I’ve just found out that the woman I waited for, the one I gave my heart to, has moved on with someone else.”

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

I tell her I will be done soon. I dry my hands. I walk into the OR. The team is ready. The lights are bright. Lily is on the table, her chest open, her heart exposed. It is small, no larger than my fist, but it is fighting. The left ventricle strains, the walls thick, the rhythm uneven. I look at the narrowing. It is worse than the scans showed. The aorta is pinched to a thread. The blood struggles to pass. The heart is working twice as hard as it should.

Atlas noticed that the dark angel was rubbing at his chest and glaring their way. "I believe that you are causing his dead heart to race in his stubborn chest," he said, lightly elbowing her. Shaking her head, Sophia denied his claim as they proceeded onto the porch. Sophia dug the key from her pocket and passed Faelon to unlock the door. Atlas watched Faelon's eyes narrow as he leaned over her to sniff around her. Faelon then stared at Atlas with a creased brow and recognition filling his eyes.