Novelas y relatos de Heartstrings Tugged

A push and pull. A heart that is portrayed as a boat would it wrecked and drown or would it survived after the storm. The audience couldn’t feel their breath as the ending is getting closer. The two were becoming tornados swaying us and getting us sucked in. The intensity of heartbreak. The intensity of never wanting to let go. The guilt, begging, and crying. The persuasion of wanting the person to stay.

Scarlett I felt drawn to him, as if a rope was tied to my chest and he was softly tugging at it. My heart thumped so violently in my chest I thought it might leap out and betray me. My pulse echoed in my ears, drowning out every other sound. I could barely hear my own ragged breaths.

And all I was left with was the echo of the door slamming and the dull ache spreading through my chest. I sat up slowly, the soft sheets dragging against my bare skin. My body still hummed with the aftermath of his presence—my thighs still trembling from his possession, my lips swollen from his kisses, my heart racing like it didn’t know whether to break or beat for him. He saw the call. Nick’s call. And the messages. My messages. My chest tightened painfully.

I groaned in my mind, but miraculously, it didn't happen. Savannah reacted fast and steadied me. She leaned in close. Her scent enveloped me completely, and I could even hear the steady, reassuring rhythm of her heartbeat. A chorus of teasing voices rose from the crowd below. Savannah lifted me gently and whispered into my ear, her breath warm and intimate. "I've got you. You won't get hurt again." Even after we reached the stage, she didn't let go. I blushed, my face burning. "Everyone's watching."

The grief I had buried deep inside me surged to the surface. Aidan’s anger melted away as he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my face. I broke down, burying my face in his chest as sobs wracked my body. “I miss them,” I choked out. “I know,” he whispered, his voice soft. His lips brushed against my forehead, and the tenderness of the gesture completely undid me. He held me as I cried, his fingers gently stroking my hair. The world outside the closet faded away, leaving just the two of us.

"That's it, I forgot the lyrics." A few people applauded reluctantly. And even though I'd been preparing for a heartbreak from the moment I'd met him, I felt a tug at my chest. It was a surprisingly weak tug. I supposed that horrible things are considerate too - they don't come alone, they bring some of their friends around. Because when you're already hurting, more hurt hurts a little less. -

Pain and regret tugged at my heartstrings. “What have I done?”

"I just hope it hits hard enough to shatter you into pieces," Instead of anger, her face broke into a sweet, almost innocent smile, the contrast jarring. Then, her eyes locked onto Archie's, her voice taking on a softer, almost wistful tone. "Take care, ex. All the best. You'll know the truth one day, and maybe by then, it'll be too late; your heart will already be in pieces."