A Timed Heart

A Timed Heart

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"Ms. Clause what would you like to write on this letter?" "Will it be delivered to him?" I asked the man in front of me. "Ms. Clause, I'll make sure it does," the man responded with a full smile while tapping the pen slowly on the desk. "May I write it?" He handed me the pen and the elegant piece of paper. "I had plans. I had dreams that extended out of this world and lived amongst the stars. They formed constellations in the brilliant night sky that would vanish as soon as the blinding sun would wake up. But my heart was too weak and the sun never seemed to set. . . " A couple tears slipped away. I found it hard deciphering if they were tears of happiness or sadness. A smile covered my worries while I elegantly finished writing out the letter. I explained everything while clearly imagining the smile that would take form on his lips and the storm that would be raging In his eyes. "Your Flightless Bird, Rose." ❄❄ "American Mouth, Flightlessness Bird" by Iron and Wine ❄❄~Lisz.
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"All's fair in love and war, or some shit, right?" He said, his smirk drawing to a slight sneer as he padded towards the open balcony. He rested his hands on the guardrail before letting out an exasperated sigh, thunder rolling behind it. The rain cascaded onto the tile in sheets, blowing the soft cream curtains back and forth. "Or some shit." I smiled, walking towards him. I could see the tension grow in his back and shoulders, his struggle evident. I placed my hand gently on his shoulder, trying my best to reassure him. I could feel his breathing hitch slightly at my touch; his response was all I needed to reassure me I was doing the right thing. My touch was welcomed. I leaned my head on his back, wrapping my hands around his waist. I longed to take away his pain; I hated seeing anyone this upset. She wasn't worth his time. He said so himself- he's never found a woman worth changing plans for. Maybe he meant since her, I can't be sure. I am, however, hoping to show him that, one day, that woman might be me. ****** Jeanie is a spunky assistant living in Atlanta. With a spotty past and a knack for telling it like it is, she's found herself stuck with a string of dead-end jobs and nothing to show for her sacrifices. She had always been an over-emotional, over-thinking, anxiety filled woman. The last 13 years of her life consisted of fear until, one day, it didn't. She took her life back. With the start of a new job, she moved thousands of miles from her home- from her past. Join her as she discovers the most important relationship she'll ever have- the one with herself. *This story contains mature situations and lots of swearing, proceed with caution. Please comment and vote!!

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