Heaven Was Needing A Hero By Jo Dee Messina Novels & Stories

I sing. If the ocean in my chest ever rises, and the dark starts making promises again, don’t you let it take me quiet— pull me back the way you did back then… My voice wobbles on the second verse. I correct it quickly, pushing through. I can almost feel Giovanni’s hands on my arms, steadying me. The memory is so sharp it makes my throat tighten. When I hit the last line— You don’t save me like a hero, you just stay until I can…

Everyone set down their glasses and cutlery and turned their chairs toward the screen. Dad tapped a few buttons on his tablet, and the image flickered before sharpening into focus. "Highlights From the Past 72 Hours." The title was bold and red. On screen, I was on my knees, tongue pressed against the joint of a water pipe, lapping up the droplets that seeped through. The water tasted of rust and rot. But I drank greedily, desperately. I just wanted to stay alive.

Delcy shouted, her voice trembling with anger and shame. Austin stared at Delcy with a cold, vacant gaze. He didn’t stop walking toward Seara. “We’re not little kids playing house anymore, Delcy. Childhood promises hold no power within the bonds of the Moon Goddess. You are part of the past, and I broke them long ago.” Delcy turned pale her legs felt weak, and she would have nearly fallen if not for her followers holding her up. She shrunk under Austin’s piercing gaze, which left no room for negotiation.

With a bright smile, I walked into the banquet hall in my high heels. My friends approached to catch up with me, and one of them nudged me. "No companion, huh? My brother can help." I considered the offer, then shook my head. "It's fine. I don't think it's shameful to be alone." "True that. A man around would just get in the way of our conversation," Ginevra Dixon grinned.

Immediate surgical debridement was required, or his life would be in danger. The moment Wilson heard the word "gangrene", especially considering where the infection was, he completely broke down. The thing he feared most had finally happened. Fear and humiliation swallowed him whole. He grabbed my arm like a drowning man clinging to the last piece of driftwood. Fear and humiliation swallowed him whole. He grabbed my arm like a drowning man clinging to the last piece of driftwood and began to babble, "Shannon, save me… I can't… It must be that bitch! She did this to me…"

Davis. The only other thing that ever made me feel like I was in heaven like I do now was that hug we shared a long time ago. The hug that I call my heaven. I don't get many of those hugs anymore not so much recently because of everything that recently happened between us but hopefully many more of these heaven moments to come.

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