Not For The Weak Hearted Romane & Geschichten

"You said it was against tradition. That there were rules." "So what about now? Why does she get to wear it?" Lorenzo’s jaw tightened. "Nothing is going on," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. "I already promised you another party. Stop making a fucking scene." Nothing is going on. I looked at them and wanted to scream with laughter. "Ah!" Juliana suddenly clutched her chest, her face turning white. "My... my heart... it hurts..." "Jules!" Lorenzo scooped her into his arms. "I'm taking you to the hospital!"

My heartbeat was too irregular for it, but who the fuck cares? This might just be the start of something good. Please leave if a comment if you're following🥺

His scowl deepened eyebrows together in confusion. My heart leapt at his words. For an emotion that took only four letters to express, love was a huge, unmanageable thing. We didn’t know each other long enough to discuss the possibility of such a crushing emotion. Of course, we’d been snowed in together, and that was an incredible, indubitably intense experience, but to use that word so flippantly was unmanageable.

why should I? All Hearts !

God, is this payback? My heart wasn't tired of the somersaults, but my mind was certainly tired of overworking. My body was getting weaker from the number of skips my heart was taking. I was getting dizzy as well, like I was developing high blood pressure. Just a few more minutes, I'd be free to find him anywhere he is and then ask him. I can't live with this. He might not know it, but I had a delicate heart. I wasn't being figurative, I was being literal. It was one of the reasons I steeled myself. If I'm stubborn and hard, I won't have much to worry about because my heart will be strong enough to take it. This was a rare occurrence.

I'm getting hard. *

Breathing all intense. Lord, not this.

“Without one, you’d just be a machine, a cold leader, nothing more than a robot giving orders.” Jace shifted uncomfortably. “But what if that heart makes me weak?” Bernard shook his head. “No, Jace. The heart doesn’t make you weak, it makes you who you are, and if you decide I yourself that you’re weak, then yes, you’ll be weak, but if you embrace your strengths, then you become unstoppable.” Silence stretched, then Jace lowered his gaze, thinking hard on Bernard’s words. “Don’t be too hard on yourself,” Bernard added after a moment, then rose from the bed with a heavy sigh. “I’ll return soon.”

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦,