Novel & Cerita Can You Hear My Heartbeat

She waited for the nothingness, a final, defiant witness to the end of the world. And then, in the absolute zero of the void, she heard it: A single, rhythmic, human heartbeat. Thump-thump. It wasn't coming from the machine. It was coming from inside her own chest.

Is that the heartbeat of someone? It's so faint and filled with pain and fear. Maybe it's just his imagination, he thought. "Help. Please help" he heard. The voice was so faint and weak. Without thinking twice, he dashed out of the house in great speed towards the direction he felt the voice was coming from. A lady lay lifeless on the floor. He moved closer to her and bend over her. He could still hear her heartbeat, which means she's still alive.

he explains. “Oh.” He puts the end of the device in his ears and stays silent for a few seconds. “It is very early in the pregnancy, so it is hard to hear it, but you can still hear it. Here.” He puts the device on my ears. “The loud heartbeat is yours. Ignore that one and try to listen in between them.”

But my heart had started to race so violently I could hear it pounding behind my ears. “How…” I started, my voice unsteady. “How the hell do you know that?” A knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He tilted his head, almost boyish, almost amused. “I can hear them,” he said simply. My brows drew together. “Hear?” “The heartbeats,” he clarified. “Two of them. Fast, fluttering little things. Like hummingbirds trapped in a cage.” I stared at him, stunned. Not because he knew I was pregnant, Christian and I had been careful not to tell anyone outside our circles, but because of the way he said it. So effortlessly. So casually.

The stick grazed my sleeve, close enough to sting. “Too much reaction,” he said. “Again.” I swallowed hard. Sweat prickled at the back of my neck. The third came faster. I didn’t move this time. I just watched. The stick stopped inches from my arm again. His eyes narrowed slightly. “Better. But your pulse gives you away.” I blinked, startled. “You can hear that?” “I can see it,” he said simply. “In your throat.” A few quiet laughs sounded from behind me. I ignored them and stepped back to my place, trying to calm the wild rhythm of my heartbeat.

She looked at me again, her gaze settling on my stomach for a moment before she took a deep breath and slowly shook her head. “Is that so? Then why do I keep hearing a faint heartbeat?” Sarah said softly. I froze. For a moment, I couldn’t even move. Her words echoed in my head, over and over again. A heartbeat? What was she talking about? Slowly, almost afraid of what I might discover, I placed my hands on my stomach. My fingers pressed gently against it, as if I expected to feel something, anything. But there was nothing. No movement. No sign. Still, my heart began to race.

The sound of his heart beats loudly as he leans in close to her. It was loud enough for Wang Yi-An to hear it. The closer he leans in, the more she became embarrassed and her face flushed as she thought, "He's too close! I can hear the sound of his heart beating... Wait! Is my heartbeat as loud as his?" Thump, thump, thump... Her face flushed red as she thought about him, being able to hear her beating heart. It's too embarrassing!

I asked, breathless. "It's the baby's heartbeat," She said and something seemed to happen in my inside, it felt warm, so warm at the rhythmic thump-thump I was hearing. Oh, fuck. "It has a heartbeat," I mumbled, my voice so low, unable to grasp the idea yet. I looked from the screen and back at my stomach, then back at there again...how is this possible? There is a human in there, so little, so tiny, and with a heart, a heart that's beating.

For a long time, I didn't move. Then I heard it again—A heartbeat. Not from the room, not from the corridor. Somewhere far away. Slow, heavy and waiting.

He is unbelievable! “I can’t b-breathe,” I uttered. This man did not listen and still looking out at the window. His Adam’s apple is moving slowly, and I can’t help but listen to the rhythm of his heartbeat. I couldn’t hear the noise surrounding us, but his heartbeats were audible. It was the first time I heard someone’s heartbeat. I have keen hearing for miles away, but this thing is different. I can listen to his blood flowing directly into the vessels connected to his heart. I look sideways and try to fight this rising feeling in me. It is not right! I barely know this man, so I should step back. Moving backward was the next thing I did, but it was the wrong move. The man hugged me, and m