If Your Heart Is Wavering Novels & Stories

Rather I accept my fate, knowing that my time is up. Ready to succumb to my fate, I lower my head to the ground, no longer trying to keep it up. I can hear the steady rhythm of my heartbeat, as it begins to slow. I can hear the pounding of my chest echoing on the tile. Which is when it dawns on me. There's no way it could be my heart. It's far too powerful for it to be my heart.

Making it to the doorway, my heart drops to my feet as I see his heart rate flat line. "Someone fucking do something!!!!" I screech. "Don't just stand there. Someone... DO SOMETHING!!" I cry. I can feel the bond withering away, like ashes being swept into the wind.. My heart is constricting, my breathing feels like it could stop any second.

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍? 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖.

I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog, desperate to find some sense of reality. "Craig?" My voice trembled, barely more than a whisper. I reached out, trembling fingers trembling, desperate to feel the solidity of his skin, to confirm this miracle. My hand hovered in the air, hesitant, unsure if I dared to believe. My heart pounded so loudly I was afraid it might burst from my chest.

Damian said, his voice dropping an octave. "Stay focused. Ground yourself." I didn't answer. The Sovereign engine in my chest was redlining, the Third Heartbeat thudding in a frantic, syncopated rhythm that felt like it was trying to punch through my ribs. Seventy-two beats. Seventy-two beats. It was mimicking him, but it was moving too fast, dragging my nervous system along for the ride. My skin was misting. White vapor rose from my arms in thick plumes as my sweat vaporized the second it hit the air. The silver threads lacing through my wrists glowed so bright they burned through the thin silk of my robe.

One heartbeat to center myself. I step through. And the world explodes.

Even if it ruined us both. [Arrhythmia means your heart is beating in an abnormal rhythm.]

The paper made a soft crackling noise, crumpling slightly under my trembling grip. My heartbeat was loud in my ears, an uneven thump-thump-thump that matched the shaking in my hands. My legs felt unsteady, like they might give out if I took one wrong step. For a second, I thought maybe I couldn’t do it—maybe I couldn’t tell him what was inside. But I forced myself to breathe, even though each inhale felt shallow.

He looked deeply into Emily's clear irises, seeing the millions of sorrows she held there, and his heart suddenly tightened. "Just like my heart, Em. I'm wavering in doubt and confusion right now. Please ... don't ever give up on me. Help me to find the right path."

The next day I went to school, and I saw Iwan was waiting for me in front of the class, Hem embarrassed, I was so nervous, my shoes suddenly felt heavy, even so my footsteps, ouch felt shaking and wanted to turn around if possible. Instead he walked closer to me now. Want to avoid, but it seems impossible, my heart is beating very fast, is this what is called the vibrations of love. Very nervous if you bump into him or meet him, but actually want to meet him.