The Heart Speaks Novels & Stories

he asked. | waved him off and pushed open the doors to the school entrance. The cold December wind pushed my hair back and | saw the tiny snowflakes falling down on us. | looked over to Swayer who was mumbling to himself and | saw the snowflakes on his hair. | wanted to reach out and touch it so bad but that would be catastrophic. "Are you talking to yourself?" | laughed. He turned and glared at me. "No. I'm just mad."

Finn couldn't believe his ears. He just stared at her and opened his mouth but nothing came out. Finn was truely speachless. Lili giggled when she realized how shocked he was. "You're joking, right?" he asked. She shook her head to indicate that she wasn't joking. "I am dead serious. Thoughts?" she asked as she smiled at him and his current state of bewilderment. "I am registering your words and waiting for my heart to stop running away. I love you, Lili and this just shocked the hell out of me. With everything that is going on, well I just wasn't expecting this." Finn stammered a bit as he was talking.

"You are and always will be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life, I love you." ( the image of a golden pink heart) After reading it my hands started shaking and I dropped the card on the floor my heart started beating fast and I took in my hands my Florentine heart charm, which was the gift from that person I loved so much. "It can't be, this is not happening I am hallucinating, I am dreaming is this possible," I said out loud. When I heard a voice I thought I would never hear again in my life. "Hello, beautiful you missed me"...

whirr Her heart was gone… What was beating in her chest?

Whenever I talked about modern civilization, with cars, ships, and airplanes, his eyes would light up with longing. Watching him, I felt an endless ache in my heart. I was once drained by love and heartbreak in the city, but all the way across the globe, people were using every ounce of strength just to survive. Occasionally, I would ask Zephyr to take me on little walks, and he would gladly show me around.

I stared at Wilson as if the world had suddenly tilted. The noise of the restaurant faded again, the chatter of guests and clinking of glasses dissolving into the background once again. The whole world stood at a stand still just for us. The only thing I could hear was Wilson’s breathing… it was uneven, desperate, begging “I love you.” The words hung between us My throat tightened. For months I had tried to bury everything connected to Vegas. Russell. Wilson. Them……

Then I added, softer: “But you also won’t be nothing.” Silence. The Heart pulsed again. And this time… it didn’t shake. It listened. The void’s presence expanded slightly. Not violently. Not hungrily. Carefully. Like something stepping into a space it had never been allowed to occupy before. Then it said something none of us expected. “Show me.” The entire Heart held its breath.

Again, I hear the tiny thumping of a small heart. A baby.

Elena wanted to ask him what was wrong, but something in his demeanor made her hesitate. The traveler finally broke the silence. “This forest was once a place of great power,” he said, his voice calm but carrying an edge of mystery. “Long ago, before the Heart was hidden, the ancients would come here to commune with the spirits of the land. They believed this place held the key to unlocking the Heart’s true potential.” Elena’s curiosity piqued despite the oppressive atmosphere. “The Heart’s true potential? What do you mean?” The traveler slowed, glancing back at her. “The Heart is more than a tool. It is a living entity, bound by a pact forged thousands of years ago. Those who seek to wield

“The truth is indeed a heavy thing to carry. It presses down on your chest until you can barely breathe. It fills your mouth until you think you’ll choke on it. But once you drop it? Once you finally let it fall from your lips and crash into the world? You feel lighter. Unburdened. Free. Yes, she was shocked. Of course she was shocked. Yes, she was angry. I expected the anger. I was prepared for it. But here’s what she didn’t do: She didn’t scream for her mother. She didn’t tell my father. She just told me to stay away. And ‘stay away’ is a temporary command. It’s not ‘never speak to me again.’ It’s not ‘I’m moving out.’ It’s just ‘give me space.’ And space… space I can work with.” He walked