Romans & histoires Bleeding Hearts

Shards of glass scattered in every direction, glittering like diamonds in the dim light. Within the shattered remains, a beating heart lay exposed, its crimson flesh pulsing with an otherworldly glow. Abigail's eyes widened in horror, her face contorting into a mask of pure anguish as she witnessed the heart's final moments. The pulsing slowed, the rhythmic beating growing fainter with each passing second. The heart shriveled, its vibrant hue fading to a sickly grey, until finally, it stilled, the last vestiges of life extinguished.

I pursed my lips. “Adrenalin will do that to you, it decreases pain sensitivity, but it also increases your heart rate which causes blood pressure to rise and ultimately cause you to bleed out faster. It's a double-edged sword really.” She supplied as she checked my vitals and noted down her findings.

I’m guessing you’ve been here before. Mrs. Boaz looked at him with a guilty demeanor, but that kind of guilt where it seems you’re hiding a big secret. “Says here it was a condition named ‘Arrhythmia’. Irregular beating of the heart apparently. Critical condition too because of your age. 49? Come on, you’re not that old now, are you?” She didn’t have to utter a single word. The look on her face did all the talking. “I think it actually cost about five and a half million if I’m not mistaken. Ryan made one phone call and beep beep, Alerts. Got to say man, that was pretty impressive. Wish I had your type of friends, but oh well.”

No! The scene is causing her remaining sanity to melt down, Blythe wants to scream her lungs out for help but her blood-stained throat runs dry. It was only at that point that she felt the pain in her bleeding chest, although it was not from the outer cut, but in the inner—in her heart which is starting to throb at a painful pace.

Betrayal. A tiny word that could shatter hearts into pieces...always given by people we least expect it from. My steps were filled with fury, I did not want to calm the anger that was burning my blood. The night was cold and silent, as if it were ready to witness a nightmare. I walked on a familiar path and did not stop until I reached the place where the ceremony was taking place. Just like the last time, the ground was surrounded by lights and people were standing in the middle. Unlike before, there were not many people present. There were fewer than 10 people.

I was not bleeding yet, but somehow I knew that after I slowly start to pull these foreign objects out, one by one, the blood will come gushing out. It kind of leaves one breathless, like when you’re running on a treadmill, or rowing away as if some ghost from the past is chasing you. There is burning in your lungs as you desperately try to draw in enough air to sustain functionality. You are tired—your muscles are giving up and you just can’t anymore...

the doctor responded. While Rehab was only shading unstoppable tears all around her face. And then Delis cleans up her tears "Rehab it is okay?" "Everything is going to be alright okay...? your tears won't change anything" "Please do me a favor and stop crying please," Delis said as Rehab nods. "So Doctor please what are we to do about her condition" "That is the first thing that brought us here," Delis said to the Doctor. "Okay you will need to buy a Kidney in other to replace hers"

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.

My heαrt wαs pounding so hαrd it felt like it might burst out of my chest. Whαt the heck is hαppening?

Jesse blinked at the gleaming marble floors, the crystal chandeliers, the fresh-cut orchids arranged like art installations. "You live here alone?" he asked. Alina walked ahead, heels tapping like a ticking clock. "Alone is underrated." As they passed through a gallery hallway-lined with modern art that probably cost more than his old neighborhood-Jesse stopped in front of a sculpture that looked like two twisted metal hearts. "What's this one called?" "'Affection Fatigue,'" Alina said dryly. "By a French artist who only works during breakups." "Cheerful." She shot him a look. "You'll get used to it. Come on."