روايات وقصص ضمن Like A Handprint On My Heart

I slowly pried my hands open. "Sorry" I murmured. I watched as my hand tried to unruffle the creases on his shirt. He gently relieved my neck from the lock of hair which has managed to wrap itself around my neck, his fingertips, left goose bumps on its wake. His eyes never flickered away from me, never failing to pin me down with their intensity "Good Morning" I whispered. His sweet breath faltered. I placed my palm right over his heart, and felt his heart flutter like a hummingbird under my warmth.

My heart clenched at the sight, a warmth spreading through my chest that was both familiar and frightening in its strength. Unable to resist, I reached out, letting my fingertips hover just above his cheek. I wanted to trace the strong line of his jaw, the faint stubble rough against my fingers. Slowly, I let my hand drift down, brushing my fingertips over his cheekbone, memorizing every inch of him, hoping to sear this image into my mind.

I whispered to myself. The city pulsed below, brilliant and uncaring. I looked down at my hands, turning them over. The faint mark between my breasts throbbed once, a quiet pulse, like a second heartbeat registering something it wasn't ready to name. “Everything is fine,” I repeated, a little louder this time. But my eyes kept drifting back to my hands.

But instead, they seemed to mirror the thoughts within him, it's light reflecting his thoughts. He had spent years building walls around his heart, guarding it fiercely against any potential hurt or disappointment since the demise of his wife. Yet, Mitchell had effortlessly broken those barriers, leaving him exposed. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. It was a mix of fear, excitement, and a longing for something he couldn't quite define.

"I love you, Sophia." Sophia's lips trembled as he spoke, and his deep voice reached her ears. She blinked her eyes as she did not know how to react. He raised her hand and placed it over his heart on his chest. "I also have a heart. It's not a stone. Don't do anything to break it. Because I don't think I can handle it." She felt the pounding of his heart against her palm. Her hand began to shake as her heart started beating faster. She felt like she was lost somewhere and could never come back.

His bright green eyes were piercing through my soul and it felt like there's a gonna be storm raging behind those innocent yet strong green eyes of his. He slowly takes my hand and held it with his. His hand just held me, loosely. He stands closer and closer but as he comes closer to me my heart feels like it's jumping out from my chest. I want to wrap my arms around him, kiss him and tell him that I came here to see him.

We're stopped at a convenience store on the roadside, and on the other side of the road, it can see big pine trees. The smell of earth and trees, of nature, brings me a funny sense of familiarity… even though I have lived in the Capital for as long as I can remember. My heart speeds up quickly, bringing a sharp pain to my chest. As I bring my hand up to it, like that act might somehow calm my heart, I'm surprised to find it beating at its normal pace. I frown and lower my eyes…. To find my hands smeared with blood. I drop the chocolate and stagger, closing my eyes tightly.

"God, I sound like such an idiot. But I don't know how else to say it. You're in my head all the damn time. When I'm on the field, when I'm trying to sleep, when I'm sitting in class pretending to pay attention. It's always you." He closed the distance between us in two strides, taking my hand before I could pull away. He pressed my palm flat against his chest, right over his heart, and I could feel his wild, erratic heartbeat thundering beneath my fingers. "Feel that?" His voice dropped to barely above a whisper. "That's what you do to me. That's what you've always done to me." I stood frozen, caught between wanting to believe him and knowing better. His heart beat against my palm like it w

The rain outside seems to mirror the turmoil within me, each drop echoing the tears that stream down my face. I remember the way he used to hold my hand when I was a child, his rough skin and gentle grip giving me comfort in times of fear or sadness. He had a way of making everything better, of chasing away the shadows with his infectious laughter and kind words. And now, as I lay here, all I have left is the memory of those moments and the ache in my heart that refuses to subside.

The way you reached for my hand, the way you listened when I talked about my dreams, my fears, my hopes… It felt like finding a missing piece of myself. Do you remember how nervous we were on our first date? I kept stealing glances at you, afraid you’d notice just how much my heart was racing. And when you held my hand, it was like the world fell away. I didn’t know then that holding your hand would become my favorite place to be.