روايات وقصص ضمن Like A Handprint On My Heart

It’s as if she knew I needed to calm down. I turn my hand over and link my fingers through hers. My heart speeds up from just the touch of her hand in mine. How crazy is that? I’ve never had this reaction to a girl before, and I have to say that I’m not against it. It’s kind of nice, but it’s also kind of scary because this girl could do some major damage to my heart and soul.

The hurt is immeasurable as if a part of me has been forcefully ripped away, leaving behind a void that can never be filled. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision, as I find myself at the intersection of hurt and anger. It's a tumultuous place, where every emotion battles for dominance. The pain in my hand from striking the center table is nothing compared to the agony in my heart. It's a pain that cuts to the core of my being, threatening to swallow me whole.

What is this Im feeling? My heart feels like it's about to beat out of my chest, my hands becoming clammy, and a thousand butterflies feel like they're swarming my stomach. I chalk it up to motion sickness. Yes, that's it, that's all it is. I couldn't possibly love Axon; that's just crazy. We stare off into the sunset, neither of us speaking a word. I look over, and Axon seems to be fidgeting in his pocket. I clear my throat, and he looks up. Axon is giving me a look like a child who's caught his hand in the cookie jar. He pulls whatever he's carrying in his pocket out and tries to kneel.

"Mom, I love you. Please don't leave me. I need you." As I sing, I feel a faint pressure on my hand. My heart skips a beat as I look down at our entwined hands. Her fingers have curled around mine, ever so slightly. "Mom?" I whisper, my voice trembling with hope. "Is that you?" As I continue to sing, my voice pouring out my heart and soul, I feel a faint pressure on my hand. My heart skips a beat as I look down at our entwined hands, and I see her fingers curl around mine, ever so slightly. It's a small movement, but it's enough to give me hope.

For one heartbeat I thought she would pull away. Instead she let my hand close around hers. Her palm was cold. But she did not curl her fingers back. I held her hand. She allowed it. And the space between our fingers felt wider than the entire city waiting outside. Why the fuck did this have to hurt so much?

I hear a pain that hurts my heart , my hand feels bare – it feels lonesome. Never ever have I felt this way before , I guess after feeling Jason’s love and care I kind of crave his presence. I crave him right now…I wish he was here holding my hand like the guy holds his girlfriends hand whom is in front of me. I watch how their fingers are linked together and the she laughs at something he whispered into her ear. Yep…I miss Jason a lot right now. But you wanted to be alone…

RAVENNA POV My heart wouldn't stop beating like crazy. It's pounding so furiously in my chest, I think it might break through my rids. What the hell had happened back there? I lifted my hand to my cheek where his finger had brushed. I still felt the warmth of that little touch.

Beneath it, I see a faint outline, like a hand impression pressed into the stone. My heartbeat slows as I stare at it. Is this supposed to be a hand stamp? That does not make sense at all. Why would a door inside the estate need a hand signature? Curiosity wins over caution, and I cannot wait any longer. I slowly raise my hand and place it over the imprint. For a moment, nothing happens. Then I adjust my hand, making sure it fits perfectly into the shape. Suddenly, a sharp pulse of energy shoots through my palm. I gasp and quickly pull my hand away.

I forced myself to look away from our joined hands and fixed my attention on the dark road ahead, pretending to be fascinated by the fog that blanketed our path. "Your hand is so small compared to mine," he murmured, glancing down at our intertwined fingers as well. A faint smile tugged at his lips. "But it's so... warm." His compliment only made my heart beat even faster. What was happening to me? He was only holding my hand. That was all. So why did it feel like my heart was trying to leap right out of my chest? Why did it feel as though something deep inside my stomach was slowly melting, leaving behind a strange warmth I couldn't explain?

That night, lying awake once more, I pressed my hand against my chest, feeling the wild beat of my heart. Why do I feel this way, for someone I barely knew.