A Heart for a Heart
My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then.
I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again.
I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt.
It was such a familiar sensation.
It was Stan's heartbeat.
As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly.
We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more.
"Please live a good life with Stan's heart."
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Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.
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