His Heart Still Beats For Me Novels & Stories

he put his head in his hands. “You can keep her strong, focus on keeping her soul here. Think of the good times you had together” I told him. “Thank you for forgiving me, I know I don’t deserve you, but I’m not sure what I would do without you” he put his head on my chest. My guilty heart wants to break. “I need to be alone for a little while” he kisses me softly, “I’ll be in soon.” Ben starts a fire in my heart, but Rod lights my soul on fire. I don’t know how I’ll ever chose.

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.

His identity was evident despite not being spelled out in full. Misty wouldn't stop growling in anger. "He is so fake! They're still in contact with each other! That hypocrite Xavier is such a two-faced liar, still thinking of Queenie while claiming to be in love with you!" I exited Instagram and looked at the morning light outside my window instead. What was in the past could stay in the past. From today onward, I was going after my dreams and only living for myself.

“Come on, let’s go.” I don’t think drinking like I did was very smart, because now I’m struggling not to fall. Beau notices and saves me for the second time tonight. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me back up. I place my hands on his chest to steady myself. His heartbeat pounds against my palms. “Do you know that this heart used to beat only for me once?” I don’t know where the words come from, but I can’t stop them. “I know.” I feel Beau gazing down at me as I stare at his chest.

He stood protectively in front of me and assured me, "No one gets to hurt you as long as I'm here." But six years later…

The truth in between us, the moments in between us. “You, You must not leave me now. I won’t allow you. No, I won’t allow you. After 10 years I had got back my life, my happiness, today I feel alive, with you I could listen to my heart throbbing, I could say yes I too own a heart, yes my heart also beats and echo just one and only one name. You. It beats for you. Listen to it. Listen to it beating.” Saying this he held my head with his palm and carefully let it rest on his chest. The momentary proof of him being alive. His heart which once felt stoic and lifeless like a rock was now a living proof of his love. Yes, I do believe you love me. But, it is the wrong person you have mistaken for

and I didn't even let him finish and hung up. "We can go now, nothing is left for me in this place". And that's what I felt, pain, despair and reassurance, WHEN YOU LEAVE YOUR HEART BEHIND....

I can't accept every beat I heard. It's annoying. It's so annoying that it feels like this. With that jerk. I wish someone can pull out my heart make this beating stop. But sadly no one can... Maybe I'm just stupid to know what this is.... Or maybe not. To be continued.......

I held onto my chest and took deep breaths. Fuck. This isn’t good. Why does my heart keep on beating like a hundred miles per hour?

Or so I deemed him to be. “You’re the burberry guy performing at the music festival five years ago, aren’t you? Why do you sound so different?” “Aren’t you supposed to practice on your own sound?” He rolls his eyes at me. “Stop paying attention to anything and focus, will you?” I sigh deeply and pick the other stick up, “Fine.” I glower on my feet. He started counting on cue and strummed his guitar strings. The first four beats went fine. We harmonized our sound, and I actually felt happy for a second before everything started to went downhill from the second four beats.