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He slowly tightened his grip over his chest. This heart was not originally his. But he would protect it carefully from now on. Especially now that he had finally found someone capable of making it beat wildly again. Shana Everheart. ***** LMCD22

" Don't worry," she says sweetly before taking his hand in hers. There was an unfamiliar sparkle in her eyes that could light up the room. " I am still the same person you know. Nothing has changed. My heart beats for you," she added, taking his hand and placing it on her chest where her heart beats. Felix felt a steady heartbeat. Felix closed his eyes and concentrated on the rhythm of her heart. He connected with it and let it guide his heart to hers.

The eye of Delis and his girlfriend flashed immediately like that of a flashlight, their eye met Diana standing at the door They were so shocked that they can't even shake or react in any way Delis was only starring directly into Diana's eye "How long has he been doing this to me?" Diana said in her heart And Diana is a soft hearted person, her heart doesn't need something ridiculous, she thought Delis is a safe person for her. At this moment her heart is already down, and tears may shower up if she tries to say many words So she stands inert, she wouldn't want to stress herself uttering any word to them

Russell’s voice was calm, but there was something hopeful in his eyes. “We want to know if you’d consider giving us another chance.” I stared at him then slowly whispered. “A chance?” Russell nodded. “Yes.” My mind raced. “You mean… like before?” Russell shook his head slowly. “No.” He stepped even closer. “Something more serious this time.” My heart skipped a bit. “What kind of serious?” Russell’s lips curved slightly. “Russell…” “Yeah?” “This is a lot.” Russell nodded. “I know.” I rubbed the back of my neck.

Her pulse hammered not from the fight, but from the words that refused to leave her head. You’re exactly like her. Leo reached for her shoulder, steady, protective, but she couldn’t look at him. For the first time, she wasn’t afraid of the man who’d tried to kill them—she was afraid of what he thought he knew about her. And deep down, a darker fear whispered: what if he was right?

He is the first boy that claimed the key to my heart and I believe he is the last. He is the most patient with me and he loves me, despite my scars, despite my resistence sometimes, despite my stubborness. He has given me the best part of him, his heart, because his heart is gentle, his heart has love stored, and his heart has claimed me as his. I feel all the more blessed with having all these people in my life. I no longer have a reason to look over my shoulder in fear, I have more of a reason to look ahead and live my life. I can honestly say, that I truly have a family.

"Tell me! Is this madness or jealous? And why the hell will I be jealous!" " Because of love my dear" an old man cut-in with a grin "What! That's not possible, I can never love again. I think you must be mistaking old Man!" The old man smiled and sat next to him. " I know how you feel my dear, the heart is not that easy to control; You might have been affected by your past relationships but when the heart wants to embrace another love, you can't stop it!" No matter how you try, you will end up hurting yourself the more my child, free yourself and allow it to experience love again"

she says in the end, observing the heart tattoo on my arm. "Yeah?" "It's kind of like a reminder that you have a heart, even though I sometimes forget that you do. I think you forget that, too." she says and looks up at me through lashes. I shake my head. "I don't have a heart." "How can you say that?" she says, her brows furrowed. "Because it's true." I reply, meaning every single word. Sophia shakes her head."You wouldn't be here with me, reading to me and making me feel better if you didn't have a heart, Axel."

without warning I explode into a fit of laughter at his terrified face, holding onto my stomach as to not fall over. “I know what you meant, August. But just so you know, I had open-heart surgery, not a transplant....” I touch my palm to his cheek, our eyes meeting, “and I do, feel her. Because, although it was incomplete, it’s still the heart she gave me. Thank you.” Smiling up at him, I pull him into a tight hug before making our way down the hill to where the others waited. “Everything alright?” Hughs asks, concern evident in his voice.