Distant Heart Sounds の小説・ストーリー

My hand was shaking. My head began to heat and my heart was beating so fast on my chest. Sound started to be louder. I could hear the dor that was walking outside. I could hear kids laughing from the distance. I could hear the train moving. Everything that was far from me seemed to be so close. Yet everything that was so close to me seemed to slowly parish. I could see people's lips moving but heard no sound. That was until I felt my body hit the wall.

Unexpectedly, I feel Dad grab my mobile phone from my hand and after a second I hear him speak. I can't recognize what he's saying, his voice sounds far away and twisted . The main thing I can clearly hear is the heartbeat of my disturbed heart. I take her left hand and wrap it in mine, clinging to it intensely as I pray that my cousin is okay, to get up.

She'd given them a decent distance. They're getting louder... her heart began racing as she could sense those heavy footsteps approaching yet again. Her racing heartbeat soon translated into a dash forward, diving deeper into the deep green. They were probably farther away than she'd thought, but the current situation seemed to intensify all her sensory perceptions.

" Just leave me alone Drake. That's all you can do to help me out." He looks hurt by my outburst. He came close to me making my heart almost jump out of my chest. His closeness is really affecting me a lot. Please stay away from me Drake. Seeing you just makes me confused and I don't know what I want to do. "How can I stay away from you when you're bound and etched in my heart. I can't live well anymore without you. I need you Carina. I miss you so much. I'm losing my mind Carina, please just give me a second chance to make things right between us."

he takes my face in his hand and kisses me. Fuck his lips are so soft against mine. it feels like heaven. I should stop him, shout at him my mind is screaming telling me to stop him, but my heart says no just live the moment. we pull away to breathe. we are looking into each other eyes "I'm not going to see you again. right?"

They spoke the names they hadn’t dared utter in years — a perfect, aching echo. The noise of the gala seemed to fade around them. It was as if the world had just stopped.

I couldn't even recognize why my heart has gone wild now for the nth time. It's not just that each beat is fast and loud. Erratic, chaotic, slow then suddenly speeding up, and very strong. I could hear every heartbeat as if I was wearing a stethoscope that was directly opposite my heart and meant to let me hear what kind of effect Waldo had on my heart. "Waldo..." I mumbled.

He caught the frown on the doctor’s face the same time she did. Dr. Meyer shook her head. “Everything is fine, Mrs. Baranov. It’s just…” She trails off then gets up to turn the volume dial so they could listen to the heartbeat. Something sounded off. Amaranthe grabbed her husband’s hand in panic and felt tears pricking at her eyes. “Doctor?” she implored again, but then she saw a broad smile on Dr. Meyer’s face. She looked up at Amaranthe and Dimitri, “Do you hear that? The heartbeat sounds like an echo?” She asks and Amaranthe nods, terrified to find out what it meant. However, Dr. Meyer’s grin grew wider as she glanced up at her.

I removed the stethoscope from my ears, leaving the other end still pressed against his chest. “Can I?” His eyes lit up with curiosity, and in response, I just gently placed the stethoscope in his little ears, holding them there for just a second until his brow furrowed in strangeness “It’s gross. Why does it sound like someone is knocking on a door underwater?” “Well, that’s an excellent way to describe it.” I laughed “But oddly enough, that’s what all hearts sound like. Here.” I pressed the small metal diaphragm to my own chest “Can you hear mine? It’s the same, isn’t it?”

The kind of face you wore when the news was bad but you needed the patient calm enough to hear it. "Your echocardiogram shows significant left ventricular hypertrophy," Dr. Walsh said, pulling up the images. Emma's heart appeared on the screen, the walls thickened in ways that spoke of chronic strain. "Combined with your blood work and the information you provided about the trial drug—Compound 7—I can confirm what you suspected. Your heart has been working at elevated capacity for years. The damage is progressive."