Novel & Cerita Like A Handprint On My Heart

And the more I think about home, the heavier it gets. The tears are still streaming down my face and I bit my lower lip so as to not start sobbing, and I hug myself tight so that I don’t start shaking either. I bury my head in my arms and silently cry. I miss being that carefree kid in Connecticut; I miss the time when the fluffy cotton candy could wipe away my tears and make me feel better.

Parts of the heart are struggling, and parts of the heart are numb forever. _-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+++---+--++--+--+-+-+-+-+-+- There are millions of thoughts in a young girl when someone catches her hand without her consent, And these thoughts are not minor ones, these are divergent, never endings just like chaos in a circle. He never looked back at me. I have anyhow slipped my hand from his embrace, it was making me nervous like a girl on the ghosted island.

Wilson…My Wilson All the thoughts running through my head halted at that moment. I dare say all my sadness and anger also vanished Everywhere blurred, everyone vanished but I could distinctively hear the singing crew sing ‘Young and beautiful’ ‘Dear Lord when I get to heaven, would you let me bring my man? When he comes tell him that you'll let him in……father tell me if you can…..’ That also faded into the background as I panicked turned to look at Wilson His eyes were red, puffy, sad, elated, hopeful….His eyes were a lot of things

"You have no idea what you've done to my heart." "I think I do," I said softly. "Because you've done the same to mine." He pulled me closer, pressing his lips to my forehead. I lay there in the darkness, listening to the steady beat of his heart under my ear. The sound was so steady, so strong. It anchored me, grounded me in a way I hadn't known I needed. I felt his other hand come up to rest on my stomach, warm and grounding. His thumb traced lazy circles on my skin, a small gesture that made me feel so loved.

she went on, her presence brimming with warmth, "Instead of revulsion, I find myself drawn to Blake. I relish seeing him, feeling the warmth of his hand." I could sense the warmth in her words, a metaphorical smile in her voice. "So, my human, don't overthink it any longer. Just follow your heart." "Just follow my heart?" I pondered, my voice trembling as the words escaped my lips. Tears flowed freely, their warmth tracing the path of my despair on my cheeks. Blake witnessed my anguish, his eyes mirroring the agony within me. His hand, a lifeline amidst the tempest, clasped mine, while his other hand gently reached for my face, tenderly brushing away the cascading tears.

It shattered something inside me. Gently, I turned my wrist in his grasp and slid my palm into his. I guided our joined hands over my chest, pressing them to the frantic rhythm of my heart. With my other hand, I cupped his cheek and stepped even closer. His breath fanned across my lips, shaky and uneven. The tension between us was so thick, it wrapped us up in a storm I never wanted to escape from.

My heartbeat was drumming harder and louder as if I was suffering from heart attack symptoms. In a swift motion, he held my hand and pinned me to the door. Placing his both hands on either side of mine he caged me between his hard chest and the hard door. His dark eyes were causing me to drown in them. His eyes darted to my lips then he again looked into my eyes. My heart was beating so wildly that I felt like it would come out of my mouth. The heat radiating from his body as he further leaned in scorched me, my skin, my insides. He was only a hair's breadth away from me, so close that I could feel the bulge of his…..

“But not the same hand.” “No,” I say softly. “Not the same mind either.” I finally press my fingers to the stone. The reaction is immediate. A faint pulse pushes back against me. Not strong. Not refined. But there. A heartbeat that does not know how to stay steady. Images do not come. Feelings do. Frustration sharp enough to choke on. Desperation clawing for shape. A need to prove something that was never given freely. I pull my hand back. My chest feels tight.

Proof that beneath the proprieties and family pride, there is a heart beating too fast, blood burning. I raise my right hand, the one that gripped her so fragile wrist. I look at my fingers, imagining the mark they left on her milky skin. Flesh memory. Each fingerprint, a signature. Mine. The slight crack I felt under my grip… not a fracture, no. Just the promise of her fragility. The sound of her vulnerability. I am impatient.

I inhaled sharply, feeling the steady pulse beneath my fingers as they brushed against his skin, lingering for a moment before trailing even lower. To his chest. I swallowed nervously and placed my hand over the left side, where his heart was. I could feel it beating steadily beneath my palm— calm and rhythmic, almost like a soft, distant drum unlike how it was moments ago . “Do you think I’m joking when I’m barely holding myself back right now, hmm?” His words echoed in my mind, and my face flushed a deep shade of red, my smile widening. My fingers trailed lower. To his abs And without thinking, I began tracing the hard lines as I murmured absentmindedly,