Heartfelt Present の小説・ストーリー

A small smile made its way on my lips as I knew their story would something too, I just can't wait to see how theirs will be unfolded. Heartly on the other hand had been experiencing shortness of breath and it wasn't a good sign. Given that her medication was continuous and Zhairo was working hard not to give her stress, she should be better and shouldn't experience shortness of breath. Although it was kind of normal for most of people, for someone who has a Chronic Heart disease, it wasn't a good sign. "I hope for you to really get better soon, Heartly," I muttered. "Zhairo is surely worried about you."

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

They went to the same restaurant Xavier and I went to on our first date, smiling in a carefree manner as she sat in the place where I used to sit. She wanted every memory I had with Xavier to be filled with her shadow in his heart. I felt like I was now forced to watch a movie that didn't belong to me play out before my eyes. Misty told me to stop watching, but I couldn't stop myself from scrolling further. The pain in my chest eventually grew numb. Eventually, there was nothing left but an unexpected calmness in my heart. As it turned out, even emotions didn't bother showing anymore once someone had reached peak disappointment in someone else.

"Though I think this one might be considerably less complicated than ours turned out to be, given we didn't have Vaughn's shell company scheme threatening to unravel everything mid-ceremony." "Small mercies," Damien said, something wry in his voice. "I'm glad Sofia and Griffith got to have this — simple, uncomplicated, nothing but genuine joy from beginning to end." "They earned it," I said, watching my friend's radiant happiness with genuine warmth. "After everything they've both given this family, quietly and consistently, across so many years."

"Yes, Aella. You are my heartbeat. How can one survive without a heart?" "I love you Ace; I love the way you love Mia. You are such a good father." "I love you too Aella, and thank you for giving me, Mia" "Well, that explains why I ended up with baby number two." I laugh, kissing my wife. "Let me show you how much I have missed you." She is mine, she is my heartbeat, and as long as my heart keeps beating, I will know that she is mine. And at that moment, surrounded by Aella's smile and love, I knew strongly that our love would outlast even the setting sun.

his bicep tensed when I moved to a tattoo closer to the sleeve of his shirt: a deck of cards "You don't know anything about me." "Basically I'm basing it on the few times I've been with you I've felt comfortable, you don't behave like a jerk who doesn't give a shit about anything... well, kind of; but do you think I'd be in a parked car on a lonely shoulder with a guy who scared me?" I patted his arm with an open hand, and smiled. I felt warm being there with him, it was a pleasant feeling to spend time with Jax Jones. Then, he started the car, and moved it slowly until merging onto the road with other cars. I left the backpack on my feet, and fastened my seatbelt.

The rhythmic hum of the engine was accompanied by the resurgence of bitter recollections from his past, insidiously gnawing at the recesses of his mind like an unrelenting pest. Suddenly, an apparition from two years ago unfolded before him. It was his birthday, an occasion he had fervently anticipated, earmarked for exclusive celebration with Akriti. As the clock struck midnight, Akriti and Ahil immersed themselves in conversation. Speaking from the depth of her heart, Akriti wistfully expressed, "If only we were together right now, celebrating the joy of cake cutting. Ahil , nighttime birthday celebrations with you would have held a unique charm."

The door to Damien’s office creaked open, its sound loudly heard in the stillness of the moment. “Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson,” she said, her voice steady despite the rapid sound of her heartbeat. Her eyes flicked to her wristwatch—an attempt to maintain her composure in the presence of the man who now held her future in his hands.