Novel & Cerita Be Still My Heart

And this heart of mine, my love. It beats for you. I love you Gabriel Thornton-Johnson."

I ask curiously. " Honestly, I just wanted to keep on reliving the moment I took it." " Why?" " Because something happened to my heart that day." My breath hitches when his eyes literally smile down at me. My hand moves on its own to touch his face. We stand looking into each others eyes and getting lost into each other's gaze. He pulls my hand away from his face and brings it to his lips, before resting it against his chest. Where his heart beats. " That day, my heart belonged to my Bluebear." ~ THE END ~

,’ Let the little piece of my heart remain with me dear satan, Why art thou so hell bent to snatch it away.. All Hearts !!

"Yes." I gasped slightly and pressed my lips together and then I smiled. "In a world of eight billion hearts, I fell for the one that can't beat for me." I shook my head. "What a cruel fate." My lips parted as I took a deep breath and I turned away from Becca. "Get out."

Heart by heart. With all my love, Kavira Hiraeth💜

If only I knew then,that not one but 3 hearts were going to break. And mine was going to be one of them. ................................................... End of flashback

"Can you describe it to me?" "The lyrics you've written tell about how much this person loves the other. That they are ready to face the future with them if only they are given the chance," Aurelie explained. "There's no material thing that would be an exchange to sincere happiness." She noticed Harlem's silence and so she looked at him only to find out he's staring at her. 'What the hell is this again this time? Don't tell me he's feeling the same thing as Red or Sho's feeling every time they're staring at her!' Aurelie thought.

The love still there. ---

I know I have a heart like a wild thing with snapping jaws, and matted furs but I had hang up my hands on hooks for you, pluck out all of my sharp teeth for the chance to be easy. -Trista Mateer. |L O R E N Z O| She is alive. She is breathing the same air and her heart is still beating inside her chest, even if cracked. The whole time while I was mourning her loss, walking at the pointed nails of her memories that resulted in my bleeding heart, she was very much alive.

The steady beat of his heart echoed against my chest, sending a quiet warmth through me. ​