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I almost sympathize with him knowing he has grown up with this as his normal. I make my way digging away at the tar substance clearing a little bit at a time. I can feel myself absorbing the tar and feel the constriction of my heart beating as I continue to work on his heart. My goal is to clear his heart first hoping that this might instil some humanity within him. This is a big job and one I will not be able to complete in one sitting. I did not know how this would work. Would it hold or would the tar start to seep back into the heart area after I finished my treatment for this morning?

Melissa said walking out before they followed suit , I definitely won't mind if they were hit by a truck at this point. I shut the door and walked slowly to my bed , lying down I shut my eyes praying for sleep to consume but the fact is that after such event it's hard not to think . After turning round and still not able to sleep, I gently got up and brought out my laptop to work on a few designs knowing it will be the only thing that will help me now. Staying awake for an hour or so I drifted back to thoughts, I seriously don't know what I'm still doing here, some of you will be wondering if I can't leave or something but I've tried all that countless times and countless times he used his c

Was he a friend Or was he the man that I touched myself to when no one was looking? “He is my patient.” I blurted out weakly. “Then you have to excuse us.” I took one last at him before stumbling out of the theater. I pressed my back against the wall, desperate for something to ground me. I took in several deep breaths. It suddenly felt like my chest was full of fluid and I was gasping for air.

" He warned huskily. "Are you trying to scare me? Because you seem like the one who's scared, scared to let someone in because you're scared to love again. You keep saying you don't have a heart but you do, everyone does. Yours might be dead but I'll do everything in my power to revive it and if that doesn't work, I have a big heart and I'll be happy to share it with you, all you have to do is let me in." I said and raised my hand slowly before carefully touching his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin. He grabbed my hand and threw it aside.

His fingers clenched slightly around the paper, not to crush it, but like he needed to hold onto something real, something steady. I had written it weeks ago, in the middle of a restless night when the reality of what he meant to me became too much to keep inside. It wasn’t poetic, or perfect, it was honest. I told him how proud I was of him. How I had watched him crawl from the pit of his own darkness, fists bloodied, soul weary, yet never once giving up on the possibility that something better was out there. I told him that healing doesn’t always look like smiling or laughing or moving on without scars. Sometimes, it’s just waking up and choosing not to give up. Sometimes, it’s letting som

She opened the book, took a deep breath, and read: > "Healing isn't always linear. It's a loop. It's backslides. It's breakdowns in grocery store aisles. But if you hold on long enough, you begin to see that blooming isn't about perfection. It's about breaking open in places that let the light in." She paused, tears welling up in her eyes, before continuing: > "This book is for the girl I used to be. For all women still clawing their way out of silence. And for the boy who never asked for any of it but gave me a reason to keep waking up. James—this one's for you."

“You’re not allowed to die right now, okay?” He groaned in response. That was not comforting. My eyes darted to the box of spellbooks I had dropped. I crawled over, threw the lid off, and started flipping through the titles like a madwoman. Finally I came across a small green leather book with little vine engravings curling up the spine. “Oh my god.” My heart thudded. “This is it.” The book of healing magic. I didn’t need to read the title. I remembered it. Isaac and I had practically used that book like a first aid kit growing up. Scraped knees, magic rashes, spider bites—you name it, this book fixed it.

How could I heal when half of my heart was still with them? ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

"Elara." She set the book aside. “Yes?” “I’m scared.” “Of what?” “That I’ll lose this. You.” “You won’t,” she said softly, moving to sit beside him. He looked at her like she was the only thing left holding him to the earth. His voice trembled. “What if I’m never fully healed?” She placed her hand on his chest, right over his heart. “You are healing. Every day. You’re already more than what they left behind.”

Elle read the note and walked out to get Finn two hospital gowns and when she returned she tried to help him but he just shook his head and pointed to Lili. Lili whispered in his ear when they were alone, "You know Elle has the hearts for you, right." He just groaned as she helped him dress and she let her hands linger for a second or two as her eyes took in his broken body. How she wished that this was just a fairytale and she could magically heal Finn. She could not let her frustration show! But Finn took his first steps, she was right there by his side. She knew he was pushing himself, which it was good for him mentally and physically.