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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 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 Almost Fatal
Anne’s povI stepped out of the reading hall with my fading lantern. The sky was cloudy and starless, creating ominous darkness. I found it very creepy. I continued down the few flights of stairs, gripping tightly to my lantern, and straining my eyes to see clearly. It tugged on my mind to go back and wait for my fellow hypers (nerds) whom I could walk with, but my brain and body were exhausted from too much reading and little sleep that I ignored the thought. Night class was a part of me. It was a thing we did around here. You know, studying at night away from our hostels and comfy beds. I’ve been doing it since my 100level, and now in my 300level in the university studying medical laboratory science, I couldn't stay a day without going. It's like my body had programmed itself because all the time I tried reading in the hostel, I ended up sleeping. I might as well blame the cozy bed that kept attracting me to lie on it. Well, the thing is, I go to ‘night class’ with my friends and
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Worthless
AndrewI banged the door, heading down the stairs and toward my bike. My dad was at it again. Making me feel like the most useless human being that walked the earth. "You don't have anything to offer to the world. Music! What is that? Rubbish! Complete balderdash? You're just hotheaded. Don't you think it's time to grow up and face your responsibilities?"....blah blah blah. My dad had told me amongst other things. It hurts so bad but I wouldn't admit it to anyone. My only solution was to rebel, pretendI won't do it when in reality, I can't. Trust me, I've tried, but it's simply not my calling to be an engineer or anything book-related. I'm simply not like my elder brother, who loves education. My father's pride. He's everything I was not. Asides from good looks, we are extremities. He's quite reserved while I'm all over the place. Even our skin color is different. I'm dark skin, his is lighter. I love dressing stylishly, while he's the cooperate type. Well, that is partly because
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Brothers
VincentThe emergency unit was packed with people. An accident has just occurred involving the collision of two commercial buses. People with different degrees of injury were moved all around me. I was scared out of my wit. I received a call informing me that my brother was involved in an accident and that I should come down to the emergency unit. Like I needed to be told that. I was left to imagine the state Andrew was in as I rushed down to the unit because the caller didn't specify. I work as a surgical resident at the Federal Medical Center in my state Alba, which is close to the school Andrew attends and where he was currently admitted. Like our dad, I specified in surgery and I was almost rounding up my residency. Drew, as I called him, had always hated medicine and opted for engineering because that was the substitute dad had chosen. Drew loathed the fact that he would be in the same line as Dad. That was why he chose the other option. Dad had always wanted me to work with h
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Guilty
AndrewSharp pains shot through my body as I slowly opened my eyes. My head was pounding real hard and my body felt like a huge person was sitting on top of me. This wasn’t the effect of alcohol. A simple hangover should have been it, but what I was feeling was way beyond it. I tried sitting up slowly so as not to upset the big man sitting on me, but immediately I attempted that, an excruciating pain pierced through the muscles of my neck, sending me right back on the bed with a grunt escaping my lips. “Did I jump down from a cliff or something?” I asked myself, perplexed. “No, you didn’t,” a voice answered me calmly. I followed the direction of the voice and caught sight of a set of beautiful eyes staring back at me. 'Did I die and go to heaven?' I thought to myself. That might have been true because the eyes in front of me didn’t look human. They were too beautiful to be real. On second thoughts though, I shouldn’t be feeling pain, right? “The drugs are messing with your head,
Our Hearts Beat For Anne The Truth
VincentShe stared at me as I held her arm, stopping her in her track. When I made to move closer to her, she hid her face to conceal her tears and then began wiping her eyes. I stopped moving but still held onto her arm. I needed to make sure she was comfortable enough to talk to me. Slowly she raised her head but was avoiding eye contact with me. “I’m sorry,” I found myself blurting out. This made her look up, confusion written all over her stunning face. Her eyes were puffy from crying and I very much knew the reason behind it. When she arrived earlier, the nurse at the front desk had alerted me immediately. I was so ready to raise down hell on her. I had told the security to be on guard and had followed her to catch her in whatever act she was going to pull. I did catch her but in a whole different scenario. When I was following her, I kept looking at how simple she looked. All of Andrew’s women always dressed sophisticating, with makeup and all, and they had a thing in common
Our Hearts Beat For Anne Sparks
Anne “An impromptu test! Are you serious right now?” I yelled at Pamela over the phone as Jane and I hurried to class. “You guys should hurry, I saved spots for you. Anny! There are people I can’t fight, once they overpower me, your spots are gone.” Pamela warned. We quickened our pace to the lecture hall for a test we weren’t prepared for. Pamela and other early risers had gone earlier than us to either study a bit before class, or to secure seats closer to the front row. That was when the general student representative climbed the podium and announced the test. Like other lecturers, the reason for impromptu tests was to fish out people that hardly attended classes. We call them the ‘non-acadas’. It is funny how they keep trying because as soon as words get out about a test, even the dead would hear about it. Someone can contact 10 people simultaneously, and the 10 would contact another 10 each, and so on. Some students who are not on the school premises would call on people who
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