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Anne I was worried. Since the last time I spoke with Vincent, he hasn’t been picking up his call. I’d call just before leaving for my lecture to know how he was fairing, but the phone rang throughout and no one picked up. He couldn’t have changed his mind about work. He’d already called in sick. Was it that bad that he couldn’t get to the phone? I couldn’t concentrate throughout the entire class because of the thought of Vincent. This was why our parents told us that men were distractions to our studies. I couldn’t focus one bit, and I couldn’t wait for the class to finish before I jetted out of the hall. I was going to prepare something for him as I’d promised, but I couldn’t get myself to stop fidgeting. I might probably pour hot oil on myself with the way things were going. I decided to go to his house. If I found out he was alright, I’d cook for him there. On my way to his house, a lot of things went through my mind. Why was he not picking? Vincent would have called back imme
Last Updated : 2022-03-21Our Hearts Beat For Anne Swivet
Anne I was going to head up the stairs when I saw someone holding onto the stair's railing for dear life, while the rest of his limb quivered in their bent position. Vincent’s hand on the railing had almost slipped. With the way he was bent over, he would have fallen face flat and would have tumbled down the stairs if I hadn’t gotten to him in time. He fell forward and into my open arms. I had directed my back to the railing of the stairs because I know I couldn’t hold all his weight, without sending both of us down the stairs. He fell on me and went limp with weakness. “It’s not what it looked like, Anne. Believe me, I did nothing. She…she drugged me,” he slurred tiredly. I felt raw pain surge throughout my entirety. Here he was, barely grasping consciousness, but he still felt it needful to explain to me. My eyes stung with angry tears. I wanted to run back down and fulfill my threats. It really hurt. “Hey… hey… sweetie,” I whispered softly. “I believe you. But that’s not impo
Last Updated : 2022-03-21Our Hearts Beat For Anne Making Things Right
Andrew I thought Fiona said she left. Before entering Pamela’s apartment, I had called her to tell her to leave but she didn’t pick up. Later on, I got a text from her telling me she’d left. From the text, she said she’d overheard my fight with Vincent and it made her pack up and leave. She said that it wasn’t her intention to cause a rift and that she would strategize and inform me of her new plan. She didn’t. Spending time with Pamela made me forget all about her. The moment Pamela opened the door, half of the anger and pain I felt when I was driving was washed off by her radiant smile. The rest drifted away when she made me freshen up and have dinner, then we lay on the bed with our feet up on the wall and talked through the night. When sleep was imminent, she’d told me to sing for her. I told her I’d lost my zeal to sing, and my old songs tasted bland. She’d urged me to give it a try and had slipped her fingers into mine, there in the darkness of her room. I sang. I was shocke
Last Updated : 2022-03-22Our Hearts Beat For Anne Droplets
Anne I knew he was getting himself the minute he slowed down and finally stopped moving. He went quite for a while. All I could hear was his heavy breathing against my ears, which from the sound of it, you could tell he was trying to control himself. “Anny,” he croaked, slowly releasing his hold on my neck, moving it down to my back, then releasing his hold on my butt, raising it to rest with his other hand. He was now hugging me back. “I’m sorry. I kinda lost it,” he apologized. “You did lose it, hommy,” I replied, trying to lighten the mood and calm my rapid heart at the same time. “You’re scared.” It was more of a statement than a question. “Maybe,” I voiced in a funny tone, trying to make him feel less guilty. “I’m….” “That’s enough sorry for one day,” I interrupted, placing my index finger against his lips. “Stop blaming yourself for everything,” I said, slightly pinching his cheeks. I tried to back away and go back to cooking but a part of me pushed me to ask, “Are you
Last Updated : 2022-03-23Our Hearts Beat For Anne Sweet Punch
Andrew Pam didn’t respond after several knocks. I called out her name, pleading and begging but she didn’t respond to me. I got several stares from a couple of people passing the hallway. They were all looking at me like I was crazy. I didn’t care. I wasn’t leaving till Pam talked to me. After several minutes of knocking and calling out her name, I turned and laid on the door, then slowly I slipped down the door and sat on the floor. I covered my face with my hands, resting my elbow against my elevated knee. I don’t know how long I sat there. I don’t know how many more people gave me more stares. That wasn’t my concern. All I wanted was to see Pamela. After what felt like ages, I felt a tap on my shoulders. I jerked my head up and looked. There, Pam stood, staring at me, with a bag of groceries which she held against her chest. She hadn’t been in the house, and I’d slept off on her door. I sprang up, almost falling back down from the force of my movement. “Pam…?” “What do you w
Last Updated : 2022-03-23Our Hearts Beat For Anne Uncle Patrick
AnneI felt sore all over. It was as if a colossal lorry landed on me.It had started out all romantic and fluffy clouds with Vincent in the bathroom. I knew I wanted it so badly, but when I felt my body stretching beyond its usual and the sharp pain that followed, I’d wanted to push Vincent off of me and run for the hills.I pitied Vincent throughout. He was on his knees and had held my legs over his thighs when he first dipped in. I saw massive veins on his forehead as he held himself from ramming into me hard. He was slow the entire time, gently easing his way in and out of me while I’d bitten into a pillow, hoping for its end.Don't get me wrong; it got better the second time. I felt discomfort, but Vincent’s sweet body and soothing words didn’t let me dwell on my aches.How many times did we go? You may ask. I lost count after three. We’d talked, joked, laughed, gotten some sleep, then woke up and got at it.The soreness came the following day. I had to force myself out of bed to
Last Updated : 2022-03-25Our Hearts Beat For Anne Soulful Music
Andrew I stared at her peaceful face as she slept on my chest. It has become a habit to watch her sleep. A calming feeling washes through my being just by watching her sleep. In fact, everything about Pamela was healing. When I saw her stare in her sleep, I instinctively wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer. She moaned against my neck and adjusted her head to settle better. We made love the previous night. I’d never had love sex in my entire life. It was always for the pleasure of it. But last night… last night was an emotional experience. I had to shut my eyes to conceal the tears that had embarrassingly filled my eyes. Even without her glasses, Pamela saw it as she rode on top of me. She had bent over and kissed my eyes. I had gripped tightly to her waist just as that deep action of hers tightened my body painfully even while inside her. I’d rocked her hard from underneath her, earning myself drips from her body and crazy screams. After several rounds on different par
Last Updated : 2022-03-25Our Hearts Beat For Anne Cufflinks
Anne I knew Vincent would get me a dress as usual so I decided to get something for him in return. My dress arrived two days before Saturday, the day of the party. From a glance, I knew it was different from the other two he’d gotten me during the other parties. He didn’t go to his mom’s boutique this time. We all know why. Well, the new dress was stunning all the same. It was a sparkly blue halter gown that hugged my upper body and cascaded from the waist down. It had simple designs yet when I wore it, it screamed elegance. I don’t know how often he bought dresses for Fiona when they dated but Vincent’s taste in dresses is impeccable. The only thing Fiona and I had in common was our slender figure. Fiona is bustier and curvier than I am. I don’t know where I’m going with this but if we were to say he learned his dress sense from his time with Fiona, it wouldn’t prove how he got what suits me perfectly the very first time. I believe he is naturally endowed with that perception or it
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Our Hearts Beat For Anne Epilogue
Anne I felt a hand slip into my PJs and began walking its magic there. A moan escaped my lips as sensual pressure built in my core. I was lying on our king-sized bed with white sheets and a duvet, in our large bedroom. I’m too sleepy or maybe lazy to describe it. Just take this though, the walls are white. The side tables holding up the bedside lamps are also white but with golden designs along the edges, matching that of the bed frame, which has extra huge golden spirals on the tall headrest just above my pillow. By the corner, a long wooden cabinet that holds several drawers is attached to the wall. On top of the cabinet are different figurines and sculptures, then close to it is a magnificent white dressing table that houses my very few beauty products, and an equally magnificent mirror with the same golden design on its edges. There are two walk-in closets on opposite sides of the room. One is for Vincent and the other, mine. A second door closer to my closet lead to the bathroo
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Home
Vincent The heavens grumbled like an old giant before I began feeling splatters of droplets on me. I glanced up at the skies and smiled. It was as if it knew how I felt inside. It was a thunderous feeling. I sped past cars on Andrew’s bike, squinting to see clearly as the rain had begun pouring with reckless abandon. How didn’t I see it? How could one be so close, yet so far away?! I felt what I felt, but I just couldn’t see what I was supposed to see, simply because of amnesia. Now it’s all coming back to me! Like a waterfall crashing against the oceans, my memories came flooding in. “I’m coming, Anne. Just wait, okay? I’m coming,” I breathed, maneuvering through the impending hold-up that the rain caused. ‘Slow down you dumb-a**’ my mind warned. I listened to it and went slower till I was off the traffic and onto the small road leading to Anny’s. My heart pounded against my chest as I neared her apartment. The gate that’d had been there when I rented the place for her was un
Our Hearts Beat For Anne The Voices
Vincent Arya made it sound like I had the best of times with her. She may be right because the feelings I had for her couldn’t have been created by mere moments. We must have gone through thick and thin for me to have realized what I had and cherish it. Arya made me to almost desire to stay back and savage the little I could from all we had left. I couldn’t. Because I was hurt. I lost my memory. I couldn’t remember any of my time with her, or even her face, yet I couldn’t get myself to make love to any other woman. She had all the knowledge. She knew all the bits and pieces of our trials and tribulations, but the moment I step out of the picture, she finds solace in the arms of my brother. Now, she has a baby for him. I couldn’t live with that. Her love for me didn’t nearly match the way I felt for her. I couldn’t fight when she’d already given up a year ago. Why didn’t she come after me? Why didn’t she make plans to make me remember slowly? She only comfortably devised plans
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Silhouette in the Rain
Anne The knock on the door made me jerk and involuntarily drop the scissors outside the bathtub. Andrew couldn’t have been back so early, and definitely won’t be knocking gently. Pamela wouldn’t too. Who could be knocking? My dead heart arose and, like a diver, dipped into the pit of my stomach as the thought of Vincent being the one at the door entered my head. It couldn’t be, could it? He should be in the airport now if he wasn’t on the plane already. I didn’t really care to check the time since Andrew left. Is It possible that Andrew had talked Vincent out of leaving? That’ll be if he saw him on time. I didn’t want to ignite my hope only to watch it explode in my face yet again. I’d wanted to wait a bit to see if the caller would go away, but then the knocking would wake Lucia, who’d begin crying and wake my mother. That thought made me hurriedly step out of the bathtub. My legs were wobbly from all the fear and trepidation of what I’d decided to do. I gingerly put one foot i
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Goodbye World
Anne I carefully carried sleeping Lucia and placed her on the duplicate cot in my mum’s room. I slowly and noiselessly stepped back and out of a room, throwing a glance at my mum, who was snoring lightly on her bed. I then switched off the light and shut the door behind me. Finally, the time has come. I made sure I locked all the doors for the night before heading to my room. Pamela had come earlier and suggested staying with me till Andrew comes or calls. Andrew must have called her to come. Well, I refused all her persistence and almost got angry at her stubbornness. She’d grudgingly accepted to leave. In my room, I took out a pen and scribbled down a few thoughts of mine. I hadn’t time to write a full epistle because I was hurting badly. If I did have the time, I would have written long notes to every one of the people I know who would be hurt by my actions. I’d wanted to live for Lucia, but seeing her face, eyes and long hair reminded me so much of him. One would think that wo
Our Hearts Beat For Anne A Confession
Vincent “We need to talk, Arya,” I said, watching her enter the parlor. She stretched her mouth into a thin line, nodding her head in agreement. “We’re finally having the talk,” she said, removing her jacket and dropping it on the couch alongside her bag. “Alright, I’m ready,” she said, after sitting down on the couch opposite mine. Silence engulfed us for minutes. It was as if we both knew where all this was headed. “Arya, I’m sorry,” I began. “I thought I could do it, but I can’t. It would be a total mess marrying me in this state. You guys were right, I’ve not healed entirely, and I shouldn’t have come back here…” I had my eyes on her the entire time, gauging her reaction. She simply looked back at me without a flinch. “Arya, let’s call off the wedding,” I conferred. She didn’t respond or divulge any emotion that showed how she felt about what I said. After what felt like ages, she inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, then cleared her throat. “It’s sad. Honestly, I prayed it w
Our Hearts Beat For Anne He's Leaving Again
Andrew My brother has been ignoring me ever since I took him to see Anne a day ago. I don’t know what he was thinking, but for him to be acting this way, his thoughts weren’t in our favor. Anne had gone there to meet with him that same day while I’d gone straight to the studio. I was going to call Anne and ask how it transpired, but we finished so late at night and I was so exhausted that I passed out immediately my head touched my pillow back at our family house. The next day, I called Anne, but she didn’t answer. I called Vincent, but he, too, ignored my calls. So, after my recording session, I’d gone to Vincent’s but when I saw my mum’s car parked in front of the house, I made a U-turn and headed for Anne’s apartment instead. It was a sunny afternoon. I got there and met her coiled up on her bed, crying her eyes out once again. Racheal and Pam were there trying to make her eat her food. “You’ll make Rachael miss her doctor’s appointment, Anne,” Pam had warned. That was the only
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Led by my Heart
Vincent Mum had threatened to take Anne’s baby away from her. She’d told me how she'd contacted her lawyers and had every paperwork done so that once Arya and I leave, the real work starts. “No, mum,” I’d refused. “Son, that our grandchild there. She cannot live in the slums,” she’d argued. “I’ve been there, mum. It’s not a slum, and Andrew is more than capable of caring for that child,” I countered. I was hurting real bad. I felt like I was drowning… it was overwhelming. Having these massive conflicting emotions, then having to stick up for what I believed was right, was slowly killing me. “Son, she has to pay for what she’d done to us! She cannot go scot-free. My husband and I, for over a year, have had no meaningful conversation because of her. He’d gone rigid around me,” she said in tears. “He’d not touched me for over a year because of that witch, Vincent,” she divulged bitterly. “She created a rift between your brother and yourself in the past, now, a much bigger one by hav
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Bias
Vincent ‘Anne.’ I guess that’s her real name. It actually rang a bell. I remember pronouncing that name, and it must have meant so much to me because whenever I called it out, which I was doing often since that time with Arya in the kitchen, I felt a cacophony of emotions attack me. There was peace, followed by fear, then agitation, trepidation, fury, and what have you? It was strange. Her name held so much power, yet I couldn’t still remember. It was frustrating! “Have you booked the tickets, Vin?” mum asked from where she sat on the couch. She’d come around right after Arya left the house. Arya has been giving me the silent treatment ever since I mistakenly called her the name that tormented my subconscious, the day before. “Yes, mum,” I replied grudgingly from the dining table where I was getting some reading done. “Have you heard from dad?” I asked. “No, hun, but don’t you worry, he would be available for the wedding. I just received his clothes from his tailor. We’ll be tr
