I've Got Thick Skin And An Elastic Heart の小説・ストーリー

she answered. "Just content? That's it. You're just content with being in my arms." He teased. She poked him and in all seriousness said, "No! I mean that I am perfectly content with this life that I have been given. My eyes are not wandering to the right or to the left, my heart is not desiring money, fancy houses or cars, expensive clothes or jewelry. I am telling you that I am content in your arms, whatever life sends our way. You are all I need!"

-o0o- As I step out of the imposing skyscraper, my weary legs carry me forward with leaden weight. Fatigue gnaws at my body, my back throbbing in protest. My once-delicate palms now threaten to become coarse and calloused, like the rugged hide of a crocodile. My heart bleeds, shattered by the cruel twists of fate.

His skin had long grown irritated in the spot, but it was if that was the least of his issues currently, “I hate that it’s you taking care of me and not the other way around.” I shrugged, reaching my hand through the bars, lacing our fingers together, “I like taking care of you.” I had so much more on the tip of my tongue. I love you, Elliot Lakin. I love feeling as if I’m mending your broken pieces. I’d cut my hands on the jagged edges and bleed out before I allowed you to think that you are unworthy of happiness. You make me feel safe, despite your personality being so damn prickly. “You may have built walls around your heart, but they are made of glass,” I whispered to myself.

"He used the term 'skinny-fat.' He thinks you have the endurance of a wet paper towel." "Skinny-fat?" I repeated the words like they were a curse. I poked at my stomach. There was a little bit of softness there, sure, but I had hips. I had curves. I wasn't built like my mother or Jimena, who both looked like they were made of lean, elegant wire. I had a bit more substance to me. I flexed my arm, looking for the definition London had helped me build over the last few weeks. It was there, hidden under the surface, but compared to a pack of supernatural wolves who spent their lives training, I probably did look like a marshmallow.

"You're telling me your heart... is made of actual silver?” I nodded slowly. "Isn't that heavy though?" Sparrow trailed off, his eyes widening as he stared at my chest. He seemed to be peering right through my clothes, his gaze filled with curiosity and disbelief. "How do you even—” “It doesn't feel heavy at all. I assume it feels like how every normal heart would feel.” "You're like those movie princesses, ‘Frozen and Strangle’. You know, the ones who use their hair or ice powers to do amazing things," Thaddeus explained, "Except, well, you use your blood. A bit more...gory, I guess.”

But I am not sure I can. The rest of it happens too fast, too loud, too unbearably intense. My body thrashes, and the delicate seams of my mind are fragile, more fragile than I expect, more fragile than I can contain, more fragile than I can keep. My body thrashes, and it is as raw and loose and wild as the rest of this, as the rest of my world, of my heart, of my thoughts. It thrashes against the thin edge of what I am, against the thin edge of my resolve, against the thin and unbearably loose edge of my human skin.

I have hardly any meat on my bones anyway. I hear whatever is coming closer, and my heart is beating out of my damn chest. Any second, and this damn thing is going to find me and then eat me... Fu.ck!!!

"The last time we saw each other, your heart pounded like a battle was raging inside of you. Your heart is still thumping at the same pace right now." My aunt could tell what was going on just by touching someone's chest. In my situation, the wrinkles on her face grew deeper as I allowed her to lay her palm on the area over my heart. She could picture my experiences in her mind as clearly as crystal clear water, so I didn't need to describe what I had gone through.

With a deep breath, I straighten my back and roll back my shoulders, marching ahead on the path that would lead me to the goal I've waited to achieve for so long. The world could survive a heartless man, but it would not survive a heartless beast.

“You don’t have to earn the right to be protected.” His kind words break my heart all over again that my chest physically aches.