Combinations Of short stories.

Mine

"Hope. The heart beat of the soul."

The beating of my chest. The thumping of my feet. Yet... Not a sound leaves the bubble. The bubble I have created. The bubble, unable to accept another, barely able to accept me, as I search for eternity. For her. For them. For those who once lived along my side, only to be vanishing memories, as I stay here in this bubble. Dieing alone.

The beating of my chest. The thumping of my feet. The choking of my lungs. I will never be saved.

Or so I thought

B-dumt B-dumt

What is this feeling? I no longer choke. My heart no longer rips from my chest. My feet, finally have a break. As for the bubble-- popped. A smile plastered her face as she holds her hand out towards me. "Will you come play with me?" Her smile sings in joy. Never have I felt this... From a girl my age.