Water From My Heart Summary Novels & Stories

She collects a small glass, a jar of dried leaves, and a vial of amber liquid, ingredients for a plan. Then she sets the glass in front of me. “Drink,” she says. I stare at it suspiciously. “Is it going to burn through my throat?” Her mouth twitches. “It’s water, Abby.” “Just checking,” I mutter, but I drink anyway. The water is cool and clean and most importantly, it doesn’t feel like punishment. It shouldn’t be emotional to drink water. It is. My eyes sting, and I blink hard, angry at myself for being soft. But being soft is unavoidable when your dead sister is alive and your mother is possibly, your executioner with a gentle smile.

"That night in hospital. When I had to go to the washroom. It was the most embarrassing moment. Not because I had to ask Daniel to take me. But yes it was because I had to ask Daniel. I mean I was getting flustered from inside with the thought of him watching me. And I was confused too. But I had no option. I didn’t know why I was feeling flustered. I mean it should be okay right. It was you Daniel. It should have been felt normal. But I felt something pinching my heart. But I got my answer when I slept with you. In your arms. Close to your heart. It was a moment of realization for me. You are not just a brother to me.

I see who I am. I'm looking in a reflection, staring back at a turbulent, obstinate heart. I know who it is that faces me, but that is not what matters. It is paramount in the minds of my world exactly what you are, because what ties the bond between blood and water is not loyalty nor the falsity of words, but the beast within our heart. Everything will change tonight; for the good, the bad, or the worst. I cup a pool of water in my palms, throwing whatever droplets that

I caught a movement to my left and realized that Tyson had joined us too. We sat there gazing into the calm water; each of us lost in our deepest thoughts. Suddenly, I felt an intense desire to see the ‘Heart of magic’ My eyes widened in surprise when I saw the reflection of ruby, red heart in the water. I immersed my hand into the water and cupped it so that the heart was visible in my palm. There was no reason behind doing this. I just felt like it… “Aurora! You have been sitting with your hand immersed in water for God knows how long. Take it out else you will catch a cold.” Tyson’s voice sounded drawing me out of the trance.

I stopped in my tracks, and stared at the covered stage, hoping to see a person on it. The curtains still covered the entirety of the elevated platform, but I could hear silent footsteps behind it. Then, a gentle strum of an electric guitar echoed in the hall. “What…?” I quietly gasped. That was so clean! I could feel goosebumps from every part of my body, and I stood stone in my position, overwhelmed. A gentle chord after chord followed in pursuit, and as I listened closely, it felt like I could discern the emotions behind the played music. Grief, loneliness… anger.

Tears fall over my bathing breath, as my heart pounds furiously within my rib cage. It's reliving it, it's reliving the storm. My face sticks to my palm, while my head tries to break apart. I feel my body shake, a violent tremble seizing my being. I can scarcely breathe when it starts. Holding onto my heart, becomes my trial to hold on, but that barely holds me still. I soon slump to the ground, feeling my body grow weak from the pressure on my heart, I collapse, losing my consciousness. That damn trauma. ***

No big declarations or dramatic confessions. Just the soothing sounds of the house and the gentle rhythm of two hearts learning to be soft again. ---

Lucifron lowers his head. - What happens next? - Let's give him a bottle of Burundanga water. He will enter a euphoric state that, mixed with the mandrake, will make him realize everything that has happened to him. He will relive it all, but knowing the truth. not like he used to think it was, but the painful reality. - He will have a heart attack from the fear. - I have faith in Gary. Everything will go well. - But what then?

I never loved my apartment more than I did in that moment. “I just want to sleep and wash off the remaining of him from me. I hate that he has so much power over my emotions,” I whispered as I got tucked into bed. Anna had a sad smile on her face as she handed me a glass of water. She knew how bad it had been then. “Feelings are hard to go away.” “Yes, but this is hatred I feel for him. And I hope it doesn’t go away.” “We’ll see,” she whispered as I fell into a deep troubling sleep, with my emotions at war and my subconscious tired.

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.