A Paper Heart

A Paper Heart

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Her POV: Paper Heart? He told me i have a Paper Heart. What does that even mean? My heart is an organ that pumps blood throughout the body by the circulatory system, supplying oxygen and nutrients to the tissues and removing carbon dioxide and other wastes. My Heart is what makes me alive! It's not made out of paper. It's pumping out blood for crying out loud! He must be crazy! His POV: Paper Heart. Im certain she have a paper heart but of course, she doesn't know it yet. She doesn't know that her heart is very Fragile and Sensitive. Her heart can't handle rejection. She'll break into pieces. But no. I won't. I won't allow it. I'll stop her heart from getting hurt. From being broken like a shattered glass. I'll heal her. Like she did to me.. All those years ago.. When i too.. Had a Paper Heart.. My first ever story. Please read it, vote and comment. Thank you. :* Hope you'll enjoy reading it. :)
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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