While My Heart Is Still Beating Novels & Stories

Harper threw an arm over her eyes as she panted, trying to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it might come out of her chest. She'd never experienced anything like that. Her skin still buzzed all over and her limbs felt like water. She didn't think she could have moved if the house caught on fire. In fact, she was surprised it wasn't on fire. She certainly was.

Leo notices my expression and falls into step beside me without asking a question. My heart aches, my pulse burns, but my spine stays straight. If my world is going to shatter, I’ll make sure I’m the one holding the hammer.

My heart hasn't stopped its staccato beat and I subtly take deep breaths. I can't falter with this. Whatever his reasons are shouldn't matter.

Damn. "You're going up against," | checked the card on the door and matched up the name next to Penelope's, "she calls herself 'Jazzy'. Huh No biggy." | reassured her. "Can | tell you something, Swayer?" she asked me. "Sure." | responded. "To be honest, I'm actually really nervous. I've never competed like this before and what if she beats me?"

The car starts again. As he drives, my heart beats damn hard on my chest and I wonder what's gonna happen to us. __________ SFTC: Moving On - Kodaline

And when it did I could feel the very shell embracing my soul shattering. My heart beats heavily…In a loud thud. What have I done?. I thought to myself.

A steady, insistent rhythm, drumming against my ribs, so loud, so consuming, I wonder if he can hear it too. I almost want to press a hand to my chest, to quiet it, to ground myself, to remind my heart that this moment—this shift, this possibility—shouldn’t make me feel this way. But it does. And the more I try to ignore it, the harder it pounds, as if refusing to let me forget what it’s like to feel alive again. I move my eyes from him as I try to stop my stupid heart from beating that loud as I take a spoonful of rice in my mouth and swallow it in one go.

My heart, something that had felt distant for so long, began to beat louder, faster, as if it was trying to catch up with something it had missed. I couldn’t look away. All I could feel was my loud heartbeat.

He concludes and in a matter of seconds slides of the bed and leaves through the door. I rest my hand on my heart that beats like a beast caged within my ribs. What is this fever?

Something I couldn’t name, but that made my heart beat faster than it had all day. Tonight was going to be far from simple. And I wasn’t backing down.