My Heart Is In Your Hands Novels & Stories

My eyes were blind but I finally can see My heart was ignorant but beat wildly My mind is clear but were filled by you My entire soul is shaking, yearning for you.

"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.

Because to him, someone like me who had no blood relation to him was just a disposable pawn. But from the outside, this looked like a heartwarming scene between a father and his daughter. Someone even thought we'd reconciled and started taking photos of us with their phone. I looked up at Dad, who used to cherish me to no end, and felt the last bit of warmth I had for these people disappear completely. I slowly backed away and removed my white coat. I pointed at my frail, scarred body and laughed. "What if I refused to? I'm already like this; if you still think I'm repaying kindness with ingratitude, you might as well as just kill me."

I felt my heart founding and it actually hurt. I placed my hand on the left side of my chest where I believe the heart is located and listened to the beat. Such an odd feeling... I lay back on the bed, closed my eyes and went to sleep.

And when she thought that she was far from Gia’s place a while back, she stopped while catching her breath. And when she checked, she was actually near the sliding door going to the garden. She put her one hand on chest specifically where the heart is while still catching her breath. “Oh! God! That was so tiring.” She said, talking to herself. “And why are you running?” Asked that voice behind her. Whoever owned that voice might have come from the garden. “Because Gia told me that Syke was there.” She replied, still catching her breath. “Are you trying to avoid me?”

She didn’t feel anything as he played with her fingers gently. “See, I told you.” She said as she waved her hand around and looked at him. Though as her hand moved, her eye was caught by the shine that was there on her hand, and then she looked down at her hand. She looked closely at it and then back up to him. “How?” “Just then.” He said with a smile. “Garett.” She said softly. “Sara, it is a promise ring of sorts.” He said, and she looked up to his face and got lost in his eyes. “I promise to try to be the man that you need right now.”

I opened it and read it silently and my face beamed with blessedness. “Darling I hope you are pushing on with life. I wish I could have been near you; I would have whispered something into your ears. But it is not yet too late. Iet me just whisper it close to your ears assuming that I am beside you. I love you with my life. Receive my great love my sweetheart."

“Then do not throw us away for mercy.” I turned to him finally. His expression was bare. Unarmored. He looked like a man stripped of power, stripped of pride, standing before one truth only love could make. He reached for my hand. Slowly. As if touching something breakable. I let him hold it. His thumb traced circles over my knuckles, each stroke soft but full of urgency. “Let me choose instead. Let me make the sacrifice.” “No,” I whispered instantly. “I will not watch you die.”

It read, 'A surgeon's skills are worth more trust than baseless rumors. I buried my face in my hands, my shoulders trembling uncontrollably. Only now did I realize that I wasn't alone. I didn't just save lives; I saved the hearts of many. That was enough for me. Just then, my phone rang. I wiped my tears away, cleared my throat, and took the call. "Leslie? What is it?" "Dr. Birch, finally!" Leslie's voice had cracked in his enthusiasm. "Did you see the video? Because we sure did! When are you coming back? The department's a mess without you!"

Ben whispered rubbing my back. “He’s right, come on let’s go get Tyler and Hope” Rod held out his hand. “Remember you have to leave your mind blank or we might end up in different locations “I warned. “I hope this works” Rod said. “It has to” Ben said hopefully. We join hands and stand in a circle. I’m the only one who’s been in the prison so I picture the cell where I met Hope in my head. I don’t want to be trapped in the cell so I imagine myself just outside, where the hunter was standing.