Novel & Cerita Heart's A Mess

He grabbed my wrist tightly, “You can’t start a new relationship on a whim! Come with me!” Godden sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching our shadows across the floor. I pinned his hand down, trying to break free from his crushing grip. I stared at him with a terrifying calmness, “Vittorio, you are always so confident. But, how come you don't get that my heart was broken into a million pieces? It will never be fixed. Not ever.”

You always leave when it starts happening. Keisha stopped walking. The message felt different. Not threatening. Personal. Like someone continuing a conversation that had already happened before. She looked around instinctively. People everywhere. Nobody watching her. Nobody suspicious. Still, unease crawled slowly up the back of her neck. Another buzz. Don’t let him make you feel guilty for needing distance. Keisha stared at the screen. The scariest part was how emotionally accurate the message felt. Because guilt had already started forming inside her. Not from Malik directly.

whirr Her heart was gone… What was beating in her chest?

Our bodies press against each other, the heat and urgency of the moment causing my heart to race. This is fucked up, but what the hell. ###########

We all sing. “Replay-ay-ay, Replay-ay-ay, You got my, got my, Heart on replay.” Mel sings while Haz and I sing the adlibs. “Thought I’d be fine, I was doing great, Then your story popped up its fate. You said, “remember this song we made?” Now I’m dancing in the mess we made.” Haz and Mel sings. “My heart’s a record that skips time, Spinning circles, losing my mind. I know I should press stop

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat. A message popped up... ******

"Yes why not..." "But don't love on earth; love any girl in your world." "You don't have girls on your planet, Joseph?" "No." "Then who will love? Do this. Don't let love reach the heart." "My heart just doesn't work." He raised his red eyes and looked at her as if she was shocked. "What happened?" "Nothing." It was the first time he had messed up. "Is the heartbeat fast?" She put her hand on his heart and he pushed it back.

And when you're finished, you're finished and you know, in between those quick breaths, bewilderment of the mind and fluttering of the heart; there's passion or there's nothing. And it was right here with me, all in the fucking palms of his sinful hands, all in his fucking eyes, all in his fucking mouth that takes more than you can fucking give. I couldn't have me more messed up. It's one thing to have a man in your heart but try desperately to let go because they are just too fucked up and you just can't handle it any longer but no matter how hard you try, you just know that they are still fucking there. Every single second of the day.

“That big heart of yours seems to get you in trouble.” “Because my so-called ‘big heart’ is full for you, jackass.”