A healthy heart beats about 115,000 times each day and pumps about 2,000 gallons of blood everyday. There's this electrical system that controls the rhythm of your heart. It's called the cardiac conduction system.
Then there's the beating of the heart. A heart can continue beating even if it is disconnected from the body. The day he was shot was the day this happened to me....
It's as if my heart is beating when it is disconnected with the only source I had left that brought my heart to skip a beat.
It's scientifically proven that the woman's heart beats slightly faster than a male's heart. I wonder why. When he woke up from his surgery and blinked at me with confusion...that was the day my heart failed at this scientific finding....
I chuckle at this now as I look at myself in the mirror of the airport bathroom. I barely recognize this blonde girl on the other side of the mirror. I can see why Annabelle did what she did. I judged her and I ended up doing the same thing she did.
I ran away. I left the city after a year of suffering. I fought too hard for Nate, but I decided to escape when I saw him kiss another girl that wasn't me.
My heart still hurts every time I remember that scene. I had just left one of my shifts at the internship to get to class. I stopped talking to Nate with a loving expression. He barely remembered who I was. So I had to talk to him as I were just a colleague. Someone that never loved him before.
I never told him my name after he woke up from his surgery.
I wish I would have never went through the main waiting room on that day because that's where I found him talking with a girl I knew. Her older sister was one of our colleagues; a student wanting to be a pediatric doctor at the nearby clinic. Nate often spent time at the clinic and that's where he met her little sister.
I ran out the hospital and entered my car. I raced out the parking lot and parked in front of my lonely house. My sister had left to this mission she explained about Area 57 and my brother had left as well. He never told me where to. He just quietly disappeared. I'm not going to talk about my mother because my blood boils every time I think of her.
I looked at the stirring wheel in shock. I couldn't understand what just happened until tears fell out just as fast as the day Annabelle left.
I think I cried for about an hour inside of my car. When I found the strength to calm down, I quickly walked out of my car and called that school Xander had told me about. I asked if there was still a spot for me to attend. Out of mere miracle, they said there was and I immediately took my escape.
"When do I start?"
It's been two years since that day. I left the house for the bank to take care of, and I lived at a small studio in Kentucky. The year I did at the local UC helped me complete credits faster at this medical school. All I would need to do is complete a few more classes and start my internship to start working at the hospital. The last exam is the one I'm mostly nervous of, but I wouldn't budge a lot. I've found that I seem to have a special talent when it comes to medical stuff.
In the past two years I've studied hard. I've partied hard. I've...tried to love, but I could never settle with anyone. No one has made me feel the way Nate has. But I know I will never have my heart beat faster. He's forgot how to do this to me.
So I look for some strength within me to step out of the bathroom and walk out of the airport. I'm back home. I've decided to just finish the last of my studies here to start working at the hospital Max died in. The hospital where my heart broke....
My eyes catch a glimpse of a familiar girl with a tender face. She smiles at me when she sees me coming, and I let her envelop me with a tight hug. Even she looks different. She looks much older. More serious but her sweetness is still there as she says, "I'm so happy to see you again, Kris."
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The Brightest Stars
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