Pocket Hug Hearts Novels & Stories

DANIEL PARKER GREEN JULY 2000-JULY 2008 LOVING SON MISSED AND LOVED BY ALL AROUND HIM “Hey, Danny.” His eyes watered and overflowed. Sitting, he traced his fingertips over his son’s name, the granite cold and unfeeling, unsympathetic to his obvious distress. “Listen, I’m sorry that I haven’t been coming to see you like I should. I think about you every day. I miss you more with every beat of my heart. I got you something.” From his pocket he produced a small plastic bag held together by green cardboard. He spoke as he ripped the package.

Sara said as she looked forward out the window ahead of them. “I love you too, Sara Holt,” Garett said and smiled as he kissed her hand. Now it was time to let the heart win forever. He had the contract still on the wall, after all.

How close it might have been to her not being here now. I scrunch them in my hands and feel for anything hard. I check the back pockets. Nothing. Then I slide my hand into the front bib pocket. My fingers hit something soft. I pull the object out. It’s a tiny plush disc with a smiley face. I stare at it. My pulse shifts. I squeeze it carefully. Something hard and flat is inside. I can feel the outline of it. I close it in my palm. “How’s Tessa?” Her voice slides across my spine. I shove the clothing back into the bag and as I turn I stick the disc into my back pocket.

Sometimes behind their ear, or sometimes wearing it on their braid. "The land of beauty." I read from the board just at the starting street. Asher nodded as we walked along. "We came here on 25th January." He said. "You remember the date?" I asked looking at him in bewilderment. He smiled while looking ahead. It almost envied me how he knew our memories and I didn't. I wish I had something. "25th Jan is International Hug day. I thought I'd celebrate it with you." He said.

She pulled off the ribbon and opened the small white box, revealing a set of tattoo style chokers in a variety of colors. "Oh! I love these, I used to have some." "But that's not the whole gift. Here." The smaller package revealed a tiny silver padlock, the body a little bigger than a dime, shaped like a heart. . "See, the way it works is the chokers can be fastened with the padlock, like a collar, but it doesn't look like one, and your hair will hide the lock if you want it to. What do you think?" I looked up at Aly's eyes, which were shining with awe, her mouth open slightly. "Put one on me?"

0 I unzip another pocket and pull out something that is covered in plastic. I look closer and I can’t get the grin off my face. He has five comic books, all with the same character. Werewolf by Night. I wonder how old he was when he got them. Gideon has truly been talking to him all his life, in some way or another. I hug them to my chest and start to cry as the music crescendos louder through the foam-padded headphones. 0

A nostalgic smile fills my heart. I'm going to miss this a lot; you all are my wolf boys. No matter where you are, you are mine, okay? Be as mine as I am yours. I am your partner, your alley, your ACE OF HEARTS in perfection. Don't look for me, don't take risks for me, and don't stop your lives for me. You all are the best thing I've ever had in my life. Don't forget to give Horus a kiss from me and tell him I love him so much too.

He approached cautiously, his heart pounding with anticipation. The object was a sphere, about the size of his head, made of a smooth, dark material that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. It pulsed with a faint inner glow, matching the rhythm of the symbols. As he drew closer, he could feel a strange energy emanating from it, a powerful force that seemed to draw him in.

I love you guys so much, kisses and hugs. RARE

"The gift is inside the book." There is a silver bracelet kept in the middle with one piece of a heart. I look at her hand and she has the other piece. We have matching bracelets. Bruna pulls me in a hug and laughs. "I'm tired of waiting for a hug." I have never felt this purely and genuinely loved by anyone.