Heartbeat Writing Club 소설 & 이야기

And that too a GIRL. No way. They remember it was roaring news. Every newspaper, every headline. It was the time when they were supported greatly by their families and mostly that they supported each other. Daniel Martinez, Russell Wilson and Carson White, they were not a name. It was their identity. It was their relationship. They never put off the bracelets Grace has tide on their wrist. They never took off the ring Rachel put in their fingers. They were not ashamed of it. They didn’t doubt about it for even a second.

This time, I wasn't gonna let history repeat itself. This time, I was living for me. I said flatly, "It wasn't me, so why should I apologize?" My voice was steady and calm, not weak or scared. The room went still. For the first time, my parents and Audrey looked at me in shock and fear, as if they were surprised that the quiet rabbit they'd kept in a cage all these years had suddenly turned around and bitten them.

The invitation to Anna and Amelia’s party sits on my desk, a glaring reminder of the commitment I made weeks ago. I stare at it, my fingers tracing the embossed lettering as I try to muster up some semblance of excitement. Clubs have never been my thing, the pulsing music and crowded dance floors making my skin crawl with anxiety. And after the disastrous not-so-date with Cade last week, the last thing I want to do is put on a brave face and pretend everything’s okay.

One that I knew I wasn’t going to like. “Hey,” said Gemma, mid-way in between the lecture, “my birthday is this weekend. My roommates and I are going out clubbing. You’re coming with me, right?” I smiled. Normally, that wouldn’t have been something I wanted to do. But with the way that Octavious Luna was looking at me like I belonged to his family, I wanted to do something reckless. Going to a club and dancing the night away with strangers seemed like the perfect solution to that. “Yeah,” I told her, “That sounds like a lot of fun.”

As the rep of the crossword club walked out of the students council room dejected, I watched Liam grab another paper and go over it. “What is this opening ceremony in art club? Fifty balloons? No way, y’all are gonna cause global warming. Cancel it.” he said and tossed the paper aside. “Debate club needs money for new printing papers? Next time, when you print something, use both sides.” he tossed the paper aside again. “Music club needs another AC? Don’t turn on the ac if it’s not hot. Use the fans.” he tossed the paper aside again. “Come on, Liam. It’s hot everyday. It’s either hot or hellfire hot.” the music club rep objected.

I wonder who you really are. My heart skipped a bit as I read her text. Oh no shit. Not today, not ever. So that was what they were talking about? What exactly was online? I clicked on the news notification that just popped up and opened it, and what I saw there had my heart beating fast in shock.

Laim’s amused voice broke through the commotion. Dressed in a sharp navy suit, he leaned casually against the doorway, watching the chaos unfold. “At this rate, you’ll be the one needing a medic before Elena even walks down the aisle.” Clara shot him a glare before glancing at her clipboard. “I’ll breathe when everything is in place. The photographer is late, the string quartet isn’t tuned, and Ethan...” She sighed, rubbing her temple. “...is losing his mind.” Liam grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets.

The ride to the house was quiet. She held the bear to herself, and he had her hand for almost the entire drive. He didn’t want to overload her, but he knew that she needed something to help ground her as she dealt with the things swirling around in her head. He hoped that maybe she would get a few of the answers that she needed, and she would begin the hard process of healing.

“Tonight’s going to be fucking epic!” I can’t seem to stop myself from inquiring. “What’s tonight?” “Mikayla’s hens’ night at Club Monaco. Harley knows the owner; she got us a VIP section. I found straws that look like pricks.” She says proudly. More Australian slang I don’t understand. “Hen’s night?” “Bachelorette party.” Harley mutters. “Right.” Sounds like trouble. “I’m going to start getting ready.” Vanessa stands up and goes inside.

Selina said in a deep whisper as she stood up from the chair by the bed where her uncle was sleeping when she saw Lucian walk in and stand before her with his worried eyes fixed on his uncle. Lucian shifted his gaze to Selina. He could see the anger in her eyes. "How is he? Albert told me he was sick," he said in a low voice. "The doctor said he had a problem with his heart. He's been grieving since Lester's death," she replied in sad. Anger filled her eyes again. "You haven't answered my question? Where have you been these days?!"