Listen to Your Heart

Listen to Your Heart

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"What if I told you the boy you loved was going to be removed from your life in just a few months? I didn't know how to feel. I remember when his brother broke the news to me... The numbness that crept in and settled in the pit of my stomach. He was going to leave." Veronica didn't know how to feel when she found out Jesse was moving. All she knew was she had to tell him how she felt. Even if that meant letting go of herself and listening to the one thing that has never failed her. Her heart. **** the story won't suck as bad as the summary, give it a chance ;P*****
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I didn't realize at first that those were going to be his last words... I never stopped to think that I wouldn't get another chance to call his name and have him throw his arms around me. I would never be able to tell him how much I loved him or how important he was to me, ever again. I couldn't even comprehend the thought of losing him. It's been seven years since that day and they haven't seen each other since. Carla became a school counsellor in the hopes of giving support to young children who are struggling with life but she never really lets herself fall back into her past. Evan became a paramedic so that he could save lives and save people from having to hear how their loved ones died moments before they arrived at the scene. He never lets himself truly remember that day or the paramedics who delivered the news to him while Carla stood by the wreck, tears falling from her eyes and his cell phone clutched in her hand. |------------------------------------------------------| | Short Story | Teen Fiction | No one ever truly wants to say goodbye to the ones they love because that will mean admitting that they are going- leaving us. What would you do if you picked up the phone and this time, saying goodbye meant saying it once last time?

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