روايات وقصص ضمن Like A Handprint On My Heart

] "This smells like much more problems." [You Have obtained Skill - Calm Heart] [Calm Heart (Unique) -Rid of Emotions] [Active Skill] "What the hell?" My eyes squinted. I had a feeling in my heart... Both of my hearts appeared to have slowed dramatically. I put my hand on my chest Thump. … … Thump. I then put my hand on my lower stomach. Thump. … … Thump. Finally, without even a small difference, both of my hearts began to beat in the same rhythm simultaneously!

"My heart." He took my hand, the one he was holding, and pressed it firmly against his chest. I felt the thick cotton of his hoodie, and beneath it, the hard, steady rhythm of his heart. It was fast—frenetic, even. It matched the erratic thumping of my own.

My hands shook, and my heart which stopped beating for a few seconds, raced, thumping loudly in my chest like a drum beaten during the full moon. Seeing that familiar face brought back the pains of that night, the incident I couldn't forget.

And thаt’ѕ whеn іt happened. Without brеаkіng еуе соntасt, he рlасеd hіѕ mаѕѕіvе hаnd uр against mу heart. His hand ѕрrеаd оvеr my brеаѕt аѕ hе соnnесtеd with mе, but I соuld feel the thrоbbіng оf the blооd in his vеіnѕ mаtсh uр wіth the роundіng оf mу hеаrt. It wаѕ lіkе hе wаѕ tоuсhіng me from the inside; іt wаѕ bеаutіful.

Ouch! Brandy, you're so aggressive. I grumbled a little in my head. But actually my heart rhythm can no longer beat regularly. My breath rumbled violently. Is this what you call love? Falling in love is amazing. I really felt helpless when Brandy's finger touched me. I'm limp. The rhythm of this breath and heartbeat is enough to express what is going on. The touch of his left and right cheeks which are covered with thin sideburns, gives a distinctive feel. Only I can feel.

My heart’s pounding so hard it hurts. And somewhere far away, under the same moon, I swear— I feel the bond flare. Like a heartbeat. Calling back. I wake up

I couldn't understand it. but I didn't have to, because in the next second I large warm hand wrapped around wrist, jerking me back in a smooth swift motion, my back touching the cold walls of the lockers in the next second, locked back into icy blues. My heart seemed to stop existing, because I couldn't hear it beat anymore. It’s a cold day in hell when your own heart betrays you.

The words were a heartfelt promise, a desperate attempt to soothe the ache I felt in his quiet admission. He squeezed my hand gently, his thumb tracing a soft circle on my skin. “I know, logically, I understand that. But my head and my heart don’t always agree. The heart, you see, remembers the image of you in his arms, the raw intimacy of that moment, and it whispers doubts that my mind tries to silence.” A beat of silence passed between us, heavy with unspoken understanding and shared vulnerability. The fire popped softly in the hearth, the crackling flames a stark contrast to the quiet turmoil in the room.

"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.

My heart was thumping so wildly within my chest that I feared it might burst. "Can I have you, Taylor? Please, baby, let me have you? I know this may seem strange, coming from me since you were with Wade just now. I would do anything to have a chance with you, even if it were just once," I pleaded and put her hand on my rapidly beating heart.