Until Your Heart Stops Novels & Stories

Too perfect. "I... I am fine Sir " June whispered. Her voice was weak. She gripped the edge of the desk. The wood felt solid. It felt real.. When she looked at her left arm she saw a faint pulsing purple line under her skin. It was fading,. It was there. "Focus, June " Arthur said. He leaned down so only she could hear. He tapped her exam paper with a finger. "The Heart is super important. If the blood stops flowing the whole system fails. You know this better than anyone."

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……

It felt like they were debating. " What do you want me to do? " Aaron asked as he banged his head table." I can't keep myself away from her. The thought that maybe she would never be mine literally kills me. " Aaron banged his head on the table. " I know that feeling when I was crushing over Ava. But trust me, everything will fall in place. " Hope said." Start executing the plan right away. " Hope smirked. Next day, Irise practically ran towards her neighbour's door. Aaron seemed the first person on her mind to whom she wants to say this news first.

In these critical moments, time feels oddly distorted, each second both fleeting and eternal. Suddenly, as if someone had turned off a switch, an eerie silence envelops the room. The machines that moments before cried out in warning now emit only one continuous, unwavering sound. It's the dreaded flatline, a sound that signifies the heart has stopped beating, echoing ominously around the sterile hospital room. The gravity of the situation hits me, a relentless wave of reality crashing over hollow support. I'm losing her. It's a truth that shakes me to my core, leaving me breathless and desperate for air.

I'm asking you not to leave things up to here. -It's not your mom that's dead, it's mine and I see that you don't care one bit about what I feel, you just try to kiss me and pretend nothing happened. Things are not like that, everything is solved by talking and I see that the least you want to do is talk. You want to leave everything aside and pretend that nothing happened -As I finished saying this I left the room, slammed the door and ran to mine.

I’m barely even breathing properly, with only passable grades. “Two truths, one lie! Two truths, one lie! Seon!” I stared at him, and he was in a daze. Pink blush painted his cheeks down to his neck, and he’s barely even moving now. Lev had to shake him lightly in order to bring him back to reality. Is he okay, though? “Two truths, one lie, man.” Seon frowns, “No.” he says. “Boomer. You have to drink each of our glasses if you refuse.”

Rather I accept my fate, knowing that my time is up. Ready to succumb to my fate, I lower my head to the ground, no longer trying to keep it up. I can hear the steady rhythm of my heartbeat, as it begins to slow. I can hear the pounding of my chest echoing on the tile. Which is when it dawns on me. There's no way it could be my heart. It's far too powerful for it to be my heart.

I take a few deep breathes and open my eyes looking down into the box and and I swear my fucking heart stops beating for a moment. NO NO NO!

And now grown up I could see that the world is indeed small and rolling fast, faster than you will ever think and indeed some of my friends were rolled away, most of them relocated out of the state! I looked up into the beautiful city of London and just in time I saw a beautiful and very strange poster. It reads; “What happens when the heart stops functioning?” I know…. Nothing else works…everything stops beating because the main cause of the music and rhythm has stopped creating it's slow melodious music.. Isn't it strange how the body doesn't get tired of the kind of music that the heart plays every time to keep alive but we humans get tired of the voice of the ones that we have fallen in

The thought of me dying continued to ring in my head, making me panic even more. I splashed and splattered, but I just couldn't. The wound from the gunshot wasn't doing any good eitherways. Slowly, I lost all the air I had been holding, feeling myself being carried away under the water. I couldn't breathe any longer, I couldn't bring my hands or my legs to push off, my body stopped trying to survive, to break free from the raging waters, as the water filled every part of me, engulfing me, drawing me into the darkness.