Second Hand Hearts の小説・ストーリー

I guess that booth helped people somehow even if it was a bit of corny. "Ella Taron?" I stood up after I heard my name being called. The receptionist told me which room I would go to, then I went inside the hallway. I found the said office where "Fixing Hearts Request" printed on the paper and sticking at the door's window. I knocked on the door twice and the door opened. And that familiar face of a man stood in front of me. He was wearing a white long sleeved shirt with a black vest on it, he was taller than I expected, wearing glasses and his long hair was lying on his neck. He looked so attractive from his looks right now compared to the party. But from the looks on his eyes, he looked re

There’s such a sad love Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel Open and closed within your eyes I’ll place the sky Within your eyes There’s such a fooled heart Beatin’ so fast In search of new dreams A love that will last Within your heart I’ll place the moon Within your heart As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Every thrill is gone Wasn’t too much fun at all But I’ll be there for you When the world falls down Falling Falling down Falling in love I’ll paint you mornings of gold

He was still there, present, with a gaze too sincere for me to reject outright. Time moved slowly. Each second stretched long, trapping me in a silence that grew heavier by the moment. The ticking of the wall clock echoed sharply, mixing with the faint hum of the city beyond the window. And here, at this table, sat two hearts—both scarred, both searching for direction.

The weight of despair threatened to overwhelm me, but Damian's presence anchored my resolve. "Together, we can change this," he murmured, his hand clasping mine. His support rekindled my determination, and we pressed on. --- Damian's Perspective As we delved deeper, the path narrowed, leading to a cavern illuminated by an ethereal glow. At its center stood an ancient pedestal, upon which rested a crystalline shard pulsating with light—the Enigma's Core. Approaching cautiously, we felt a surge of energy connecting the Core to the Heart we possessed. The realization dawned: the Heart was incomplete without the Core.

The room was filled with silent anticipation until, suddenly, a soft, rhythmic, delicate sound broke the air, pulsing in short, fragile, but unmistakable intervals. Soon after, a second sound joined the first, as if time itself had two hearts learning to beat in unison. Vittoria held her breath, unable to hold back the tears that began to flow again, as she felt her whole body tremble with the meaning of that sound. Vincenzo lowered his gaze and kissed the back of her hand with reverence and tenderness, as if silently giving thanks for the lives she carried. “Two little hearts,” Vincenzo whispered, his voice hoarse and trembling with emotion. “Beating inside the woman I love, these are the p

I planned on what I'd do in Thailand and finding someone wasn't on my list at all. When I was at the airport I took the box she gave me and opened it. It was a gold watch, it was similar to the one she always have on. I took it to my face and it smelled like her. God it was it exactly. I turned it around and found that it was engraved with a heart and inside was written MY HEART.. "She has good taste.. I wanna see her when you come back." I laughed at Paris, "not happening.. I love you."

If only I knew then,that not one but 3 hearts were going to break. And mine was going to be one of them. ................................................... End of flashback