There You Go Making My Heart Beat Again 소설 & 이야기

Heart pounding. “Make me,” I whispered. And the night truly began

she called, hastily grabbing the fallen papers. But the moment she saw what was written, a flicker of shock crossed her face. Reyn took the document from her hands, bringing it closer as he read aloud, "Heart of the Wolfkin… Secondary surgery for replacement with a mechanical heart…"

My heart skipped a beat, had I found her at last? “Alright, who is it then?” I quickly typed back then hit send. I wasn’t expecting the answer that came with his next reply. “You.”

Then he pulled me forward by my waist and touched his lips to my ear, sending dangerous tingles down my body. "Don't miss me too much sweetheart." What was he doing to me? Swayer's POV | was So pumped about tonight. It was the first competition of the year and | was excited for every bit. | loved the sound of the crowd cheering for me and the loud music blasting from the overhead speakers, but mostly | liked having Penelope here. | don't know what it is with her, but when | held her hand in mine, sharp pleasant sensations went up through my arms. What is wrong with me?

“You are too loud!” “Hey! You told me a while back that you are not affected by my noise anymore.” “Now I’m affected.” He said grumpily. And then suddenly she got an idea. She smiled and cleared her throat. “Love…” She saw how Syke’s expression softened. His gaze was full of love. And for a moment there she was mesmerized by his gaze. It seems that she's been looking at those grey eyes for a long time now. The feeling was so familiar. So familiar that she might burst into tears any time, because of what? She can’t explain it but it seems that there was some longingness that she felt in her heart. Why is that? It seems that she just wants to cry all of a sudden.

"I'm glad it's ending this way, though." "I hope you enjoyed your time here," he continued, "although I'd also understand it if you didn't." "I loved every minute of it," she replied honestly. "It just wasn't the home I was searching for. Let's call it a prolonged holiday." "Alright," he laughed. "I like the sound of that." As the airport came into sight, Empire State of Mind started playing on the radio, causing me to smile. "New Yooooooork," the three of us sang, cranking up the volume to let Alicia Keys drown out our horrendous vocals. "Concrete Jungle where dreams are maaaade of, there's nothing you caaaan't do. Now you're in New Yooork."

Now, Fabian could ignore me being hurt and even warn me not to make things difficult for the woman he loved. How could someone change so completely? How could I trust my whole life to someone like that? If I were to marry him, I would only repeat the same tragedy. I wiped my tears and went to the clinic to have a doctor treat the cut on my leg. The moment I stepped inside, I saw Viola and Fabian on the other side of the hall, standing close together and acting all affectionate.

" I let out a cold sigh and kept walking, ignoring him as I left with my lawyer. I did come to see him. I did come to see him, but only to break him. Once he had lost all hope, he wouldn't last in there. He would be trapped in that place, day and night, worn down by a kind of misery worse than death. That was the only ending he deserved. Only then did it feel like I could finally breathe again. Once I stepped outside, I took a deep breath. My lawyer handed me the final transfer agreement. "This is from Mr. Fordham. He said buying back those shares for 20 thousand dollars was more than worth it."

I can hear some music coming out of his room, which just makes me feel even worse! ****… I will protect you, From all around you, I will be here don’t you cry For one so small, you seem so strong my arms will hold you, Keep you safe and warm This bond between us, can’t be broken I will be here, don’t you cry ‘cause you'll be in my heart Yes, you'll be in my heart, from this day on Now and forever more You'll be in my heart, no matter what they say You'll be here in my heart, always...****

Doubts and insecurities flooded my mind, threatening to silence me. But then something unexpected happened. Tyler smiled a warm, comforting smile that erased my apprehension. "Keep singing," he softly encouraged, his voice filled with genuine support. Those reassuring words became my anchor, grounding me back to the music that flowed within me. With renewed determination, I closed my eyes and allowed the melody to guide my voice. It wrapped around me like a comforting embrace as I poured my emotions into each word. The song became the canvas of my vulnerabilities, painting a tapestry of raw emotions.