His Heart Still Beats For Me Novels & Stories

The reason my heart beats, the reason I can breathe, the only thing that keeps the darkness from swallowing me whole. The only force strong enough to keep me from becoming the monster the world has made me.

My pulse comes down off two hundred and steadies into something even and mine. Beneath my heart, where two minutes ago there was silence, the third heartbeat resumes. Steady. Strong. Its own. Beating to no one's time but itself, fed and whole and furious and alive. It did not leave me. It went down to gather, and it came back up to save us both, and it has never once been anywhere but inside me. I'm sorry, I tell it, and I mean it down to the bone my father salted with this. I'm sorry I stopped fighting. I'm sorry I believed you'd gone. I will not make that mistake again.

Put it on speaker. And my heart was beating a mile a minute.

I know I have a heart like a wild thing with snapping jaws, and matted furs but I had hang up my hands on hooks for you, pluck out all of my sharp teeth for the chance to be easy. -Trista Mateer. |L O R E N Z O| She is alive. She is breathing the same air and her heart is still beating inside her chest, even if cracked. The whole time while I was mourning her loss, walking at the pointed nails of her memories that resulted in my bleeding heart, she was very much alive.

Her chest heaved, her breasts pushing against the soft knit of her sweater. Without breaking eye contact, he unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his shirt then whipped the thing off over his head. Her eyes widened and he knew she saw the tattoo across his heart. It was an infinity symbol with her name making up one of the curves, angel wings another. He'd had it done one night after he'd left her. Too much tequila and too much self-pity and he had a permanent reminder of what he'd lost. Girlfriends over the years hadn't liked it, but he'd never thought seriously about having it changed. She'd always been his heart and always would be. She pushed up on an elbow and reached up a hand to trace th

What’s the point of me? If Sadie is not near, will my heart even fucking beat?

She wasnt athletic or sporty; she panted and heaved deeply after any strenous exercise, which further alienated kids from her because who wanted to be friends with the ‘lazy, fat girl’? It was not until she had collapsed from a routine sports activity that the problem with her heart was discovered. Series of tests were carried out and it was determined that she would require a major surgical operation to survive. At that point, Amber became indifferent, she reckoned that she would simply become the ‘fat,lazy, sick girl’. She was ready for the anomaly to take her life, after all, there wasn't much she had to live for. The government however, tried their best to keep her alive until her sevent

I tried to pull away but his fingers tightened around my arm and placed it over his chest. “My heart works, just as well as yours does. Those were your words...” His heart pounded underneath my palm, matching my racing heart, “It came to life because of you. It beats for you. Nothing will ever change that- no one, not even you.” I shook my head frantically, “we can’t-what if we…”

But | wasn't afraid. Coach slapped my back again once the announcer started the fight.

' He switched off the lamp and lay back. 'I feel so lame for hoping for something' Vivian thought. She turned her back towards him and he turned towards her. She could hear his breath on her neck and feel his heartbeat on her back. 'Kirito's heart,' She thought as she closed her eyes 'It beats for someone else, I know that. I know that I should not do this but, I can't listen to my heart. And my heart hates me' - To be continued