She Took Half My Life For A Dream
I was born with a weak heart. When I was nineteen, I got a heart transplant that allowed me to survive. Soon after, I met my wife-to-be, Vivian Cosby.
Three years after we got married, I found a note in her phone that was not deleted. The date was marked as the day we met.
The text simply read, [I found him. His name is Quinn Waverly. The heart is with him.]
When I looked through the notes further, I saw a man’s photo, captioned with a name. [Randall]
There was another line of text in her notes. It read, [Randall, through your heart in his chest, I will show you the world.]
I finally understood.
The first time we met, she had not been taken aback because it was love at first sight, it was simply shock.
The tears she shed when she proposed were not because of me.
In the night, she would always lay her head on my chest. However, she was not listening for my heartbeat, but his.
Tonight, she came home very late. As usual, she held me tightly and buried her face in my chest.
“Your heartbeat always makes me calm.”
I did not open my eyes, nor did I ask about Randall.
This was the first time I realized that one could hear a heart beat so loudly that it echoed, even through so many layers of skin and muscle.