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She tilted her head at me and said softly “Both of us make a good point, however I believe the heart wants what the heart wants. You can keep denying it and fighting it, but the harder you try, the more your heart will fight back harder to claim what it needs, just saying, if I were you I’d follow my heart and tell my mind to kiss my ass. Anyways I have to go now. But I’ll come back to catch on the updates. See ya” She kisses me on both cheeks and gets in her car. As I watch her drive away, my mind relays the last thing she said to me about going with my heart. What if my heart is blind and cannot see what it was actually getting me involved into? Should I still follow it?

“What the hell!” He tried to shake the car by taking sudden turns and speeding up, but it still followed him. “Who could that be?” Henry's heart started pounding in his chest as he realized he was being followed by someone who meant him harm. He becomes aware that it was a man in black when he sighted a black suit. Finally, he gathered the courage to confront the car. He pulled over to the side of the road and waited for the car to pull up behind him. As soon as it did, Henry jumped out of his car, yelling at the men inside.

The boss's promises must be pretty convincing to have cultivated employees with impressive loyalty. I switched tactics and asked, "Who's your boss? Did I offend him or something? I'm just a broke student, so why did he kidnap me?" "Boss said…" He paused, as if to search for the exact wording. "He lost… a heart with you." His words sent a chill down my spine. Why did the words "lost a heart" sound so familiar? The car sped out of the city and veered into country lanes I had only seen in Canverlian dramas. Towering, perfectly-trimmed hedges lined both sides of the lanes to form a dark wall that cut us off from the rest of the world.

“The Heart is yours.” Lia didn’t answer right away, the weight of Rhea’s words sinking into her. **The Heart is mine.** It should have been a triumph. It should have felt like victory. But all Lia could feel was a quiet, gnawing sense of loss. The Heart had chosen her, but at what cost? And could she even control it? Could she truly wield its power without losing herself entirely?

It required him to stay inside memories he had trained himself to move past efficiently, to look at them long enough to describe them clearly, to find the words for things that had lived in him wordlessly for decades. Elena was the first reader of every chapter. She did not tell him the writing was beautiful when it was not yet working. She told him specifically what she did not understand, where she lost the thread, where she needed more. She treated his manuscript with the same rigorous honesty she brought to financial analysis, and he was grateful for it in a way he found difficult to articulate. The book was titled "Nothing Belonged to Me." It was published on a Thursday in March. By the

“Why do I always get left behind? “ She got up and started running outside towards the cottage, she locked herself in and went to her old room. She just couldn’t bear it, she thought she was strong but having a broken heart and a close relative dying, she was crumbling inside. She just huddled in a corner looking up at the photo frame on top of her side table.It contains a photo of her and her parents, it was a picture of peacefulness and happiness. Beside that is a photo of Ami and her uncle, she grabbed the photo and pressed it to her chest. There was a loud pounding at the door but she ignored all sounds and reminisced all her happy memories with her uncle. He acted as her mother and fath

I stretch my hand out to him. “What for?” “In case you don’t return it on the date you wrote in the permission booklet, I’ll toss your card away and you’ll never step back in again.” He mumbles ‘bitch’ under his breath, dips his hand into his pocket and pulls out his card and hands it to me. I beam at him, and he rolls his eyes before leaving. I pray he doesn’t return it, so I can happily toss this into the toilet and flush. I sit down and pick up the novel ‘When star burns by Ninya Tippett’ on my desk, continuing from where I stopped before I got interrupted. Books such as these make me believe in love and that everyone would find it at the right time.

I just looked at him, angrily. "Yes." Dhruv's suggestion. It came across my mind. I never thought i would actually going to do that but now i really want to know what he wants. I hold his hand and said "follow me" and started walking but immediately pulled back. He was now holding my hand. God my pulls doesn't work on him. "Follow me." I raised my eyebrow and he did. I walked fast, him struggling to pace up with me. I walked up to the window above the library. He followed me trying to ask what i am doing but I didn't answered. I Fucking want to know what this guy wants. I am so fed up and angry.

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