Head And The Heart Another Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

Rather I accept my fate, knowing that my time is up. Ready to succumb to my fate, I lower my head to the ground, no longer trying to keep it up. I can hear the steady rhythm of my heartbeat, as it begins to slow. I can hear the pounding of my chest echoing on the tile. Which is when it dawns on me. There's no way it could be my heart. It's far too powerful for it to be my heart.

But when it comes to his heart, it keeps on telling him to follow what he feels and not give up on his love. If he is going to follow what his mind is telling him, everything will go back to normal, and there will be no complications. The two sisters will have their own happy ending. But if he is going to follow his heart, Via will get hurt in the end, and she might fall deeper unto depression. Worst come to worst, Via might try to hurt and kill herself and he wouldn't be able to take it, most especially Don Rafael and Serena.

I knitted my eyebrows and brought his palm near my heart. “Are you hearing this?” I questioned with a weak smile and instantly his eyes snapped in my direction. He looked at me, then his palm and then lastly held an eye contact with me. His eyes were pale, devoid of every emotions except confusion. “Can I hate my heartbeat?” I asked again but he only searched my face and few minutes later he shook his head. And that’s when my smile went mode bigger. “This heartbeat is for you. So if I couldn’t hate it then how can I hate you?” I said softly and he gets almost startled in shock.

“You know what, Gaby, there was this film that my grandma always watched. She told us why she loved watching this. The story refers to two women who have had accidents. One was gorgeous and the other not much, but you can’t tell who because of their ruined face. So, that not-so-beautiful woman had the brains of the beautiful woman who died in the accident. The beauty had a husband and has memories of flashbacks.” “The husband still loves the ugly wife because of her memories, even though he knows she’s not his real wife. So, in short, my grandmother didn’t believe that heart transplantation would affect how you love because love starts in the brain.” Sasha explained. “Did you get my point, G

Ane remarked, “But the stories that you have spoken earlier are one of the best stories you ever told.” She paused, “I love how their affection for each other conquered hardship and trials, and how they chose their significant one against temptations that try to lure them away, yet, tragedy, none of are able to stop that from coming. It is quite sad actually.” She bowed her head due to sadness. “You haven’t finished about the despicable boy and innocent girl, though.” She added. “That story is yet to end, my dear. It is up to both how they’re planning to end it.”

That in some small way they’re a healing balm, a tiny start at making me feel whole again. I wrap myself in him, pushing my head against his chest and listen to the sound of his heart, beating faster than usual, his breath labored. My story has affected him physically, his body tense. I know he’s mulling it all over, disgusted with what he’s heard but not at me.

Alima POV I stood in front of the Alpha’s door, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to face him. But I had no choice. He had requested to see me. My mind kept spinning with questions I didn’t have answers to. Why was this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? I hesitated, then raised my hand and knocked softly. No answer. I waited, biting my lip nervously. I knocked again, a little louder this time. Still nothing. My breath quickened as I raised my hand a third time, then his voice sounded.

I breathed a sign of relief as I heard, no felt a thud on the floor next to me. I was temporarily deaf. The pounding of my heart fueled the high amounts of adrenaline running through my veins, creating a dull roar in my head, an endless pulsing wave rolling back and forth, blocking out all other sounds around me. My heart beat was strong, albeit a little too loud and unnecessarily quick at the moment.

*** Warning contains triggers A GROWING HEART The stranger draws closer and closer while I willed my beating heart to quite down. A friend calls to him in some strange language, and he gestures for them to join him, both now on my tail. I blink rapidly, a headache pounding in my ears, my breaths sharp. When both walk pass me seraching for something else, I can't stop the sweat from running down my forehead. The heat is driving me crazy from where I stand and I fear that it will reach the house soon. There's frustration building in my heart thinking of all the work we've done and in vain too.

As a matter of fact, it works against it. Your brain tells you one thing and your heart tells you another. Just like how my brain is telling me to refrain from going to the palace because I have an excuse of a party and my heart is telling me to go even if its just to get a glance of her from afar and leave before anyone notices. My heart pleads a strong case but I don’t trust it enough to be satisfied with just a glance. It’ll end up wanting more and not getting it then coming back home feeling self pity.