Novel & Cerita Name Heartbeat Tattoo

As her gaze drops to my bare chest, her eyes sparkle, seeing the tattoo there. Right over my heart, in elegant, bold script, is her name: Selena—tattooed permanently on my skin with a small heart next to it, like a symbol of where she truly belongs. “I can’t believe it… You…” she breathes, fingers stroking the tattoo. “You did this for me?” Her voice trembles with emotion. I take her hand in mine and press a kiss to her fingertips, my eyes fixed on her. “Of course, love. You’re my heart. Now, you’re a part of me forever.”

My vision slowly turned dark but my gaze caught something against his chest. A tattoo over his heart. It was a wolf paw print, simple but very striking against his white skin. It was dark and underneath it, I could make out some initials. N.B. Warmth filled me as the person pressed me against his chest and this time I didn’t fight back the darkness. Exhaustion and pain overtook me as the world around me blurred and everything went black.

He mumbled before spotting it. His finger brushed against the tiny tattoo on my chest, just above my heart; It was an ace symbol. "I do not belong to you, but my heart, my heart belongs to you" I whispered. "Happy birthday Ace" I mumbled as his eyes locked with mine and he leaned in for a kiss. He placed his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss. He used his other hand that was resting on my lower back, to pull me impossibly close to him. I could feel him getting hard under me.

"Yes, Aella. You are my heartbeat. How can one survive without a heart?" "I love you Ace; I love the way you love Mia. You are such a good father." "I love you too Aella, and thank you for giving me, Mia" "Well, that explains why I ended up with baby number two." I laugh, kissing my wife. "Let me show you how much I have missed you." She is mine, she is my heartbeat, and as long as my heart keeps beating, I will know that she is mine. And at that moment, surrounded by Aella's smile and love, I knew strongly that our love would outlast even the setting sun.

She has more cuts there, and bruises are already forming. They must have been traveling rather fast. I press down on her side closest to me and watch her expression. Nothing. I slide my fingers slightly over, just under her belly button, and press down again. She winces but doesn’t scream. I slide my fingers over to her other side, but before I press down, my eyes spot something familiar. Something I know all too well. A small heart tattoo. My breath hitches, and my hands freeze right above it. This can’t be.

I’ve got to admit, it’s really nice. The place had good lightning and air conditioners. I caught a glimpse of Rex. He was seated on a blue leather sofa, shirtless. What the—? Oh! I almost drooled on that part. He leant his back against the sofa, with his gaze on his phone. He had his earpords on. His upper body gleamed to the lightning as his hair dripped; sweat slowly running down his chin. The tattoo on his breast was visible. It was a heart engulfed in flames, all in black ink. I also noticed the crown on his left wrist. Was it too late to call off this marriage? Stay focus, Jackie. Don’t let his physique fool you.

That’s when I spotted something else that made my breath hitch. A tattoo. I had glimpsed it once before when he stretched during a hockey game, but I hadn’t thought much of it then. Now I could see it clearly in the soft light. It ran along his ribs, just below his heart, I traced the letter slowly. First words in another language I couldn’t read. Then English: “whatever you are, I’m not afraid. My fingers hovered. This felt too intimate. What if he woke? Before I could pull back, my eyes drifted lower.

“Do you like it?” Her eyes shimmered. “It’s amazing.” She glanced down at her foot. “It’s exactly like mine.” “Of course. Tig did it to match.” She traced the tattoo carefully, examining the one placed over my heart—Lena’s name scripted beautifully. Beneath it was a smaller version of the same feather design she had on her foot.

I picked up the medical file, which was covered in Bryan’s footprints. The mechanical heart suddenly shuddered with a tremor that did not belong to it. My pupils dilated as their receding figures blurred into the distance. Much later, I wiped the blood trickling from my lips and stared at the words “Artificial Heart Replacement.” My fingers traced the scar that had marked my chest for seven years. Bryan still did not know that the heart beating within his chest was mine. Seven years ago, we were unable to find a suitable heart in time, and Bryan’s body grew weaker day by day.

A small difference in his skin texture, right above his fast-beating heart, and my eyes involuntarily went there. And when I saw it, a small gasp escaped from my lips. There was a tattoo on his chest, right on top of his heart. It stood there, like a declaration, silent, but hard to miss. Astrid... The name was tattooed beautifully on his clear and pale skin....Astrid... Astrid.. I whispered, over and over, until my eyes teared up. To have tattooed her name, my name there, right where his heartbeat was, as if declaring her, me, as his very heart, the devotion and the love was unquestionable, right?