Heartstrings

Prologue

"Will you marry me?"

"Of course I will."

"I love you."

~

Pulse. Pulse.

I opened my eyes.

Pulse.

I closed my eyes.

"I love you," he said as his neck cracked under the pressure. I could barely heard him with all the screaming around us. "I lov-"

And he never spoke again.

Pulse.

Nothing matters. The world had ended that day. MY world had ended that day.

Pulse.

I don't care.

~

Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.

"Madame, pouvez-vous m'entendre?"

No I can't. I can't hear anything.

Pulse.

I don't care.
I closed my eyes.

Pulse.

He smiled at me as the light went out in his eyes. Still holding me tightly, his body collapse onto mine and the world turned black and white.

Pulse.

~

"_________! Can you hear me?!"

Someone was holding onto my hand. Who? Who is it?

I opened my eyes.

Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.

What's this pulsing coming from my hand?

Pulse.

I felt it on my right ring finger.

I closed my eyes.

Pulse.

"I wanted to buy you a diamond ring. A big, fancy diamond. One suitable for someone as radiant as you," he smiled. "But then I saw these. Aren't they beautiful? They're onyx."

I looked down at the plain black ring he slid onto my finger. Almost immediately, I felt it.

Pulse.

He smiled again. "You felt it? That's my heartbeat. And I can feel yours."

He showed me his right hand. His ring finger was embellished with the same ring.

"We are linked now."

Pulse. Pulse.

I opened my eyes.

That's not right. He's dead. Dead people don't have a heartbeat.

I sat up.

"________! You're awake! Doctor! She is awake! She woke up!"

I turned my head to the right. My mother. She's crying. I turned my head back.

A bunch of people came running into the room.

"Ma'am. Can you hear us?"

I nodded.

"Good. She's conscious. We'll have to do a check up on her. Ma'am, if you can please lay down."

I laid down.
I closed my eyes.

Pulse.

Why's the ring pulsing?

~

"Ma'am. I'm not sure if you're ready for this news. I understand that you lost a lot in Paris that unfortunate day. However, you need to take care of yourself. It's not just you now. You're three months pregnant ma'am."

I'm not sure if I heard that correctly. I didn't care. Pregnant or not, he's not coming back.

Pulse.

Why is it pulsing?