روايات وقصص ضمن Like A Handprint On My Heart

The impact jarred my bruised ribs, making my stomach churn with nausea. "I want him dead, Barzil! I want him gone!" "He will die," I promised. I reached out. My fingers were steady, though my palm was slick with sweat. I took her wrist—the one with the pulsing black veins. I pulled her hand against my chest, right over the tattoo she had placed there. Right over the rhythmic, heavy thud of my heart. "Feel that?" I asked. I focused on my own pulse, making it steady, making it a biological anchor.

I say. Her breath stutters. Mine does too. For a moment- just one singular moment I think she’s going to close the distance. She’s going to give us both our last ten years back. Instead, she presses her palm flat against my chest. Right over my heart. Her hand is firm; pushing ever so slightly. The contact is simple. It’s devastating.

It might create a freaky image but it is really nice. I place my hand on the side of my heart and feel it beating slowly, barely audible. And even though I can't hear the crack, I can still feel it breaking and maybe it is because when I was with Blake, it felt like our hearts were one. And when we broke up, it felt like I got half of my original heart, a half that was struggling to beat on its own. And maybe that is why I am afraid of kissing him. Because our hearts might intertwine again into one which I cannot afford. I've made a way to live with a cracked heart, I can't go back. I can't let myself fall agai- "Are you okay miss?" A lady wearing the museum's uniform touches my shoulder, sn

Angelica The sound of my heart shattering is not as loud as I always thought it would be. It’s silent, but I feel each piece falling apart as disappointment and embarrassment flood through my entire body. I’m still straddling him. My palms are on his warm chest, and I can feel his heart beneath, beating effortlessly. “Okay,” I mutter with my head hung, but it comes out as a whisper as I try to climb off his body. His fingers immediately grip my shirt tight, halting my movement.

Neither is it supposed to feel like someone thrust a hand right through my chest, ripping out my heart. But it does, and for some reason, I cannot look away.

She asks me if I am hurting anywhere before she sets for the walk. As soon as I feel her hands on mine, my heart starts to race at an extreme rate, like it’s going to pop out of my heart at any time. It makes my heart flutter and dance amusingly at the same time but however fast my heart races, I don’t want to leave her hand at any cost. I can even be ready for death if I hold this hand. Unlike, other girls her hands are rough. But even if they are rough, I don’t want to leave them. I want to hold it all my life.

My eyes burned again. “Too late for that.” His tone was quiet but certain. My pulse spiked. I looked down at his hand — close enough to touch mine. My heart was hammered. My whole body felt like it was caught between falling apart and holding on.!Without thinking too much, I reached out. My fingers brushed his. He didn’t move, just watched me. I could feel my chest rising faster again. My heart ignored my loud thoughts to avoid doing this, complicating things, or becoming that person again. I whispered,

My fists coiled tighter, shooting out to clutch at my chest. I think that, but why does my heart feel like its being ripped apart into pieces?

Her body trembled in his grip. "Why? Why did you turn out to be like this? I love you with all my heart and you broke my heart into small pieces. Why?!" he asked in anger. Tears dripped from her frightened eyes in response to his question. He took his hand from her mouth with sadness filling his eyes. His heart grieved every time he saw her tears. She couldn't help but cry.

With a tender touch, Julius takes my hand, his touch sending a wave of warmth through me, as if rekindling the flame of our love. In that simple gesture, I feel the years of shared memories, laughter, and tears woven into the fabric of our relationship. Our hearts beat in harmony, synchronized in a dance of love and understanding that transcends words.