Your Heart Didn't Recognize Me Novels & Stories

"Tell me! Is this madness or jealous? And why the hell will I be jealous!" " Because of love my dear" an old man cut-in with a grin "What! That's not possible, I can never love again. I think you must be mistaking old Man!" The old man smiled and sat next to him. " I know how you feel my dear, the heart is not that easy to control; You might have been affected by your past relationships but when the heart wants to embrace another love, you can't stop it!" No matter how you try, you will end up hurting yourself the more my child, free yourself and allow it to experience love again"

Peaceful and cool. I opened my eyes again when the memories started to wither. Then I saw the same burberry dress shirt in front of me. The same white guitar, the same man, just a ton taller than how I remembered him to be. Everything was the same, but how could he sound so different? “Wait, stop. Stop.” I say, raising my hand. “What?” His face contorted as he lowered his hand. “You,” I pause, “You sound so bland.” “Huh?”

She’d do anything for the ones she cares about. “Yoo-hoo, anybody home?” Cammy knocks her knuckles on my forehead. I slap her hand away and shoot her an annoyed look. Oh god, I did it again, didn’t I? Yeah, I have not gotten over the drifting-away-getting-lost-in-my-thoughts habit. “Did what again?” she asks with a confused look. Oh my god. Did I just say that out aloud? Great, now I’m voicing my thoughts without being aware of it. I’m on my way to insanity, I swear.

I no longer know who I am. I leave the room. I walk down the corridor, blinded by the lights and by my tears. I find them in the waiting room. Liora sees me. She sees my reddened eyes, my undone mask. She says nothing. Her judgment is suspended, replaced by a dull stupor. —He… he moved his fingers, I articulate, my voice unrecognizable, ravaged. My mother finally looks up. A flash of wild hope crosses her extinguished gaze. —He… he recognized you?

I leaned down, pressing my ear against his chest. The storm was loud. Thunder crashed again overhead. The rain drummed against concrete. I strained to hear it. His heartbeat. Anything. But I couldn’t hear it. It’s the storm, I told myself frantically. It’s just the storm drowning it out. That has to be it. He can’t be gone. HE CAN’T. I pressed harder against his chest, willing myself to hear something. Anything. Even as I tried to convince myself, something inside me felt wrong.

Tired of loving people who kept hurting me, even when they swore they weren’t trying to. I pressed my palm to my sternum and breathed in slowly, then out. Once. Twice. Three times. It didn’t help much. My phone buzzed beside me. I didn’t pick it up. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. Some part of me always knew when it was Frank. Like my body recognized him before my brain could catch up. It buzzed again, insistent this time, vibrating against the wooden floor. I closed my eyes.

God knew I hated the fact that I put the sadness, the hurt there He jerked his head and with a quiet“ see you later” he walked away. ‘Would you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Would you still love me when I've got nothing but my aching soul? …… I know you will, I know you will, I know…..that you will’ This song continued in the background and Wilson walked away I was a fool a coward…..a….God! I am so sure Wilson didn't know the reason for the abrupt change that happened that night between Russell and I

The jolt of recognition shot straight through me, freezing me in place. But even that wasn’t what made my heart stumble in my chest. It was what he said.

How would someone not develop a heart attack with this look? "For... Forgive me, alpha... I... I... I will... I will come... back..." I stutter nervously, my heart beating rapidly against my chest so loud that he will hear the sound of it if he's attentive enough. My legs refuse to move, but I drag them and manage to turn toward the door. "Wait!" His deep baritone voice sounds through my ears, bringing me to an abrupt halt as it sends cold shivers down my spine. I think I'm doomed...

Replaced them carefully. Then turned slightly toward the camera. My heart dropped into my stomach. “No…” I whispered. It couldn’t be. But it was. I recognized the posture. The walk. The way they tilted their head. The way they moved their hands. I froze. My chest tightened. My vision blurred. My world cracked open. It wasn’t Emily. It wasn’t Maryanne. It wasn’t Stella. It was someone I had trusted with my life. With my work. With my heart.