Novel & Cerita Deep In My Heart

I know deep down that I am done for. ##########

“Every dream ends the same. Everyone dies, except me and Puck.” Angela stilled as a cold wind swept through. “And the other dreams? Was there any way to stop it?” “There was… one,” Hound admitted hesitantly. “But it’s impossible.” “What was it?” Angela pressed, her voice steady despite her growing unease. Hound’s tears streamed down his face, each one seeming to burn like fire against his skin. As the weight of his emotions overwhelmed him, a strange sensation coursed through his body—a deep, pulsing warmth that started in his chest and spread outward, consuming him. His breathing grew uneven, shallow gasps punctuating the silence.

DEX A heartbeat runs through me, painful at first, like something inside me has cracked open. Then, that pain spreads and changes, flooding every vein in my body with fire. It burns, but it heals too, like lava surging through me. Every pulse carries both agony and exhilaration until I can’t contain it anymore. My lips part, and a deep, wild howl tears out of my chest. It echoes across the battlefield, carrying through the air until it reaches every mind and heart within the Silver Crescent Pack.

Dumbfounded "What did you say?, repeat please!," There's an unseen weight on my chest that weighs a lot An unfelt pain in my heart that hurts a lot An unanswered question in my mind that torments a lot... Why?, Why me? All Hearts!!

Deeper than I had words for. I squeezed my eyes shut, my forehead pressing against the cool window, trying to block everything out—the memories, the hurt, even the sound of Ava and Sheila whispering worriedly in the front seat. None of it mattered. Nothing mattered right now except surviving this ache long enough to breathe again. And in that darkness, in that shattering silence, I realized something. Sometimes, the person you love the most is the one who teaches you how deep a heart can break. And mine was still breaking.

My heart drop… way over to somewhere below my knees. This isn’t fucking happening.

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.

But Mom laughed—laughing happily as she stared into the flames. “Zinnia, I’m sorry. I never let you live a good life. I don’t deserve to be happy either. “Let the three of us atone for you.” Mom closed her eyes. At that moment, I felt my spirit rising higher and higher. Deep down, I realized this was the ending I’d wanted all along. Yes. If I couldn’t be happy, why should they? This was perfect. I made a wish silently: may they never find happiness—not even in their next life.

It ran deeper than I had ever imagined. Far deeper. Deep enough to reach blood.

whirr Her heart was gone… What was beating in her chest?