Novel & Cerita Heart-shaped Smile

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I sent and then added. Me: If you want, that is 😄 Emily: I would love to be your friend ❤️ My heart began thumping inside my chest as I tried to make sense of the heart emoji. Girls usually just sent them around so maybe it meant nothing. Me: ❤️❤️❤️ I hoped I wasn’t laying it on thick with the hearts. Emily: ❤️❤️❤️ I slept that night with a stupid grin on my face. * * *

I added a laughing emoji. "Sweet dreams." Kiara had put a red heart in the message. My heart started beating quicker as I stared at the heart. I knew I should probably not think too much about it but that one emoji made me feel ecstatic. Kiara probably didn't see it as something important. I assumed she probably sent them to everyone, but to me, it meant so much. I probably stared at the heart way longer than normal. A notification popped up on my phone which sent chills down my spine.

He shook his head, the smirk growing into a smile. “ You don't hurt people I love.” She added with a smile.

He smiles at me once more. Damn, that smile does strange things to me! His hazel eyes seem to almost light up when he smiles, little wrinkles next to his eyes appear, making his face seem instantly more animated. I see him looking at the lock screen of my phone as he goes to hand it back. The picture is of me and my brother with our father at a pack event. All formal.

I smirk. ##########

Habitually, my gaze was drawn to the painting on the wall, just as it was every night. The painting of Neil still shone with that radiant smile, as if, in the quiet of the night, he were softly speaking to me. I stared into his eyes; his smile, so pure and sincere, only deepened the ache in my heart. The painting was something I had commissioned specifically, investing a great deal of time and thought to ensure the artist captured Neil’s most genuine essence. In the painting, Neil’s smile is unguarded, his eyes clear and sparkling like morning dew. His brows are slightly arched, and his lips are gently curved. I remember this expression vividly; it was from a sunny afternoon when he was hold

Even though my heart felt heavy, I remained strong for her. She sent me a sad smiley followed by a thumbs-up smiley. But I can read the sadness in her heart. After all, she is not a smiley person. *

Albertus smile. 'Shit.'

My heart reacted violently, pounding against my ribs in a chaotic rhythm that I feared she could hear. “Uh… it’s nothing,” I managed to stammer, my voice wavering. “You know I’ve always got you.” And then she smiled. That smile. It was the kind of smile that could make time stand still, the kind that could light up the darkest corners of my soul. That smile had a power over me that nothing else ever had. It made me want to protect her, to shield her from every hurt, every sorrow. It made me want to be by her side always, to ensure that smile never faded.