His Heart Still Beats For Me Novels & Stories

"Who are you?" "I'm the man who owns that beat in your chest," he says. He reaches out and touches the bandage over my heart. His fingers are hot. "That heart belonged to my mother," he says softly and dangerously. "And now, you belong to me." I stare at him, confused, terrified, but strangely alive. The fear doesn't paralyze me like it used to. The fear fuels me now. I look at the monitor, 80 beats per minute. It’s strong, steady and relentless.

“When did it all start? Every time I see you, my heart beats quicker. I've never felt like this before. It appears frightening, yet it feels fantastic since it gives me a pleasant sensation in my heart. What is its name?” He grabbed my hand in his and placed it on his chest, which now had a strong heartbeat. I bit the inside of my lower lip. I can't get caught up in what he's doing because I know one day he'll have to release go of my fingers, his heart will stop beating, and he'll stab me in the back. It's difficult to bet today because you don't know if it's worthwhile. People always say that everything happens for a reason but … I hope, I know that reason.

I felt something wet against my hand and I let my eyes glide open, my gaze on my hand, on the one over his cheek, on the tear that left his eye and collided with my skin, that tear felt like a stake being driven straight into my failing heart. His eyes opened and he looked at me, "Why did you do this to us?" His voice was a pained whisper, he didn't care to hide it, he didn't run away from it. He showed me in his eyes how vulnerable I have made him. I've always been his weakness but now, now when I go, I will no longer be. I lowered my head, my eyes on his chest as I brought my hand and placed it over his heart. I closed my eyes when I felt it beating hard, racing through his chest. I did it

And one proof of that was the tears that are gradually filling my eyes. My heart was beating erratically for him, for this man that I love yet I can't have again. Every beat of my heart screams for the eagerness to win him back. But every beat also speaks for a great amount of guilt that I have been carrying since that day that the world turns its back against me.

“I want to come home.” “Thank God.” He pulls me close enough that I can feel the rapid beating of his heart against my chest. He can be as stoic as he wants, but the thumping of his heart gives away what’s going on inside, and that’s enough for me.

And my heart beats so fast knowing that that love is for me. The music continues and that's when I realized that he'll be singing. That he'll be singing for me. •to be continued•

A man, she knew in her heart, she was still in love with now. She remembered what he said to her a while ago. Seriously, good luck asking me to stay away. I’m in this for you—all of you. Could it be? Could they have a chance for a future together? Not because his body was craving hers, but because he realized that he still had a heart and after all these years, it was still beating for her?

"Hurry the hell up! HURRY!" I pressed harder on the wound, even though I could feel his pulse under my fingers weakening with each beat. The rhythm was irregular now, skipping, faltering. His heart was struggling, failing. "You're gonna make it," I whispered, leaning closer so he could hear me over everything else. My forehead was nearly touching his, my breath mixing with his shallow gasps. "Do you understand me? I can't fucking lose you." His eyes stayed fixed on the sky, watching the fireworks like they were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen

“But Alessia, deep down I want you to be happy too. I don’t want you to go through the same as mom.” And with that, he leaves. While I sit there, staring at the door.

“Nothing can take you away from me again, nothing.” Joan quietly cried as he held her. “Shh,” He caressed her hair and sniffed it in. “I'm doing this for us. I'm sorry for hurting you but I have to do this. I need to make you understand that you're mine. I'm sorry peanuts, please don't hate me.” He tightly hugged her. “I am sorry, peanuts. I thought I hated you. I was fueled by the anger and hurt when you left me, I thought I could do without you. You're like a drug I'm so addicted to. I could never get over you.