You Me And Our Heartstrings Novels & Stories

I whispered, “I don’t care about the crack in the world. I don’t care about the other worlds. I only care about you. I only care that you don’t disappear.” “I won’t disappear,” he said. “Even if it pulls me through… I won’t let go of the bond. I’ll hold it like it’s the only air I have.” “What if it cuts the string?” I cried. “What if it breaks?” “Then I’ll follow the scar,” he said. “I’ll follow the pain. I’ll follow the place where you used to be until I find you again.” The silver string between us flared. It pulsed with every word, like it was listening. Like it was trying to stay alive.

I could hear his heartbeat as if it were my own, and I could feel his connection to me – as if we had been clinked by some invisible string. He was right. I was his, and he was mine.

her swollen belly while she carries his children. His chest clenched with a hollow forming inside his heart. What was he wishing for? What was he doing? She was not his. She never was. This was all an illusion. None of this was real. He gulped the thick lump of saliva, flinching as she whimpered while his fingers dug into her waist. Maverick immediately stepped back, running his hand through his hair. My heartbeat accelerated and thoughts once again piled up. What was wrong with him?

I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Stay sane and keep healthy 🌍 Let's cooperate with each other❤️ [Take care of your heart health. Because This Chapter Contains Sad Content] Happy reading 🤗 ***** The sound of the metal plates meeting and the strings of the harp as if it was a death music, while I endured the pain in my waist. Damn, my wound because of Minami turned out to be very painful.

"Come with me, my love. This is our heaven." In that moment, the tether of my heart tightened, pulling me closer to her light. I could almost feel the pull of her warmth, the promise of safety enveloping me in a soft embrace. The world around us faded, the chaos leaving only us, two souls intertwined in a universe of our own making. And as the darkness swallowed me whole, my light pulled me into her arms as the last tether of my beating heart snapped, disconnecting me from the world of living.

On the other side vihaan looks at sukoon who was just came out from the bathroom how much i love you ask your own heart You are the one who has given my heart, my life is yours how much i love you ask your own heart You are the one who has given my heart, my life is yours Your love surrounded me in such a way Your discussions are in the day, your dreams are in the nights Wherever you are, my heart also resides there. Just a thought, what is your evening, what is your morning how much i love you ask your own heart You are the one who has given my heart, my life is yours How did this world change, I don't understand anything What are you doing? Till yesterday you were a stranger

"Your light is inside of me Like a raging roar Like an ocean born You're in my veins Your voice is serenity When the sun goes down And the strength I've found Is in my veins" Suddenly my heart feels the pain rebuilding again inside of me. I thought I already moved on from Gage but I guess I never have. My heart still loves him so much no matter how hard I try to tell myself that I don't anymore. "Our story binds us Like right and wrong Your hand in mine Marching to the beat of the stars"

“You deserve to find love and happiness.” Ryan rested his head against her shoulder, melting into her warmth. His heart was beating so hard he wondered if she could hear it - if she knew what it sang. ‘How could I find happiness elsewhere when you’re still my person?’ He held on tighter, burying his face into the crook of her neck. I’d still choose you over death if you chose me too.’ “I guess I’m not the only one living with trauma,” Valery murmured, her voice slicing cleanly through the hush.

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My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.