His Heart

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A sweet love story

Submitted: April 12, 2013

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Submitted: April 12, 2013



I was playing Call of Duty with my best friend, Mark, thinking of a good way of breaking the news. I have liked him for a long time and I have been trying to find the right moment to tell him. He was so handsome; he had black hair, a great tan, and the most gorgeous blue eyes I have ever seen. We knew each other since we were on diapers, and basically I lived here more than in my own house, been neighbors and all.  So what a better moment to tell a guy you like him that you like him when you’re kicking his butt on videogames?


“Mark I have something to tell you” I said.

He smiled

“Are you ready to admit that I totally own you at this game?”

I snicker

“You wish. No, is actually… kinda serious”

He paused the game and look at me with those beautiful blue eyes, I felt as if he were looking right through me and into my soul. That totally didn’t calm down my nerves.

“I’m listening” he said.

I took a deep and let it all out in a rush.

“I think you should know that I like you, and not just as a best friend”

I was expecting him t be surprised, hell that wasn’t something they told you everyday, but I wasn’t expecting him to choke on the Coke he had started drinking. He started coughing uncontrollably and his eyes were wide open, shock written all over them. I patted him in the back, trying to help him. Finally he stops coughing, and looked at me for long time, and then at my hand that was still oh his back. I pull away fast, as if he stares had somehow burn me.

“I don’t know what to say” he finally whispers.

I look down, not wanting him to see my face, to see my red cheeks or the tears filling my eyes.

“You don’t have to say anything” I told him.

“I got up and pick up my bag from the floor and started making my way to the door.

“Anne, wait” he said, grabbing my arm.  His touch burns my skin. I didn’t dare to look at him, not wanting to see those blue eyes. All I wanted was to get the heck out of there or I knew I was going to break into pieces.

“I have to go” I pry his hand away and practically ran out to the door, leaving behind the guys that own my heart.


Weeks Later

I was in the doctor’s office with my mom, who took me here after I fainted this morning. I have been feeling like crap all this weeks. There was something, very wrong. I felt it deep inside me. Not to mention that I haven’t talk with Mark all this weeks. I have ignored his texts, calls, and voicemails. I even waked up earlier so I didn’t have to walk with him to school. The truth is, I was afraid of seeing his eyes full of pity; I didn’t want him feeling sorry for me. The doctor came in, and as soon as I saw his face, my fears were confirmed as soon as I saw the doctor’s face. It was clear that whatever he was going to tell us it was bad news.

“Doc, was going on?” I asked.

He looked at me, his eyes full of sadness.

”We run some test and we have discover why you have been fainting and feeling like this all this week. Anne, you got a heart failure”

I sat there, not knowing what to say. I have heard of heart failure, and I knew that lots of people died from it too.

“Heart failure?” my mom whispers.

The doctor nodded his head.

“Her heart have been showing birth defects but sadly we have just we noticed now, meaning that therapy will mot work on her since her condition has far worsen and there is no therapy that can help her now. Your best option is to put you in donor’s waiting list and wait for a heart transplant”

“Some people wait years for a chance have a heart transplant don’t they?”

“Yes” the doctor said “It depends on the urgency the person needs it, and whether the heart is compatible with that person.” He said.

I felt numb; this was too much to process.

“Am I going to die?” I asked the doctor, looking him directly in the eyes. He looked at me for a long time, and finally whispers “I’m sorry”

“Don’t be” I said, I got up and left the office without looking back.




I was in front of Mark house, I have told my mom to leave me here. I needed him by my side, I couldn’t deal with this. I walk up the stairs and into the front porch and knock on his door loudly.  The door open and Mark appear in my line of vision. My heart started to beat faster, and I suddenly felt dizzy.

“Anne?” Mark asked his eyes full of worry.

Suddenly the world tip over and I was falling, but luckily strong arms were there to catch me. Mark pulls me close to him, putting his arms around my waist.

“Anne, what’s wrong?” he asked me, softly brushing the hair out of my face, like when we were little. I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I started crying, and I couldn’t stop. I sobbed, and my body and his shook. Mark will brush my hair and hold me tight, and I finally stop crying to tell him what had happen. As I finish, his eyes were filled with pain and they fill up with tears.

“No, this can’t be happening. Not to you, Anne. You can’t die… you can’t… I don’t want to live in a world without you.”

We stare at each other, and slowly his mouth descended on mine and our lips brush softly, tentative, as if asking for permission, but then passion took over, and his lips were hard against mine.  I twined my fingers in his black hair and surrender to the kiss and to this feeling that I have kept inside me. Finally we separated to catch a breath, not to far apart, our noses touching. He took my face in his hand and landed soft butterfly kisses in my forehead, my cheeks, my nose and finally my lips, and then he stared at me for a long time.

“I love you” he whisper

I looked at him, my eyes wide with shock. 

“That day that you told me you liked, I was in shock, but it wasn’t because I didn’t return your feelings. It was because I felt the same, but I didn’t have the guts to confess to you, I was such a coward, but I was afraid that you didn’t return my feelings and then our friendship will have gotten all awkward and I didn’t want to risk that, and when you started avoiding me, it was driving me crazy, I swear if you hadn’t come here today, I will have probably throw stone and your window and bring out the boom box. But now, there is no way I’m letting you go” he said, and as if to prove a point he pull me into a bear hug.

“I don’t want you to let me go”

 We smile to each other and we kissed, and it never occurred to us that may be the last time we may see each other.


I woke up in the morning with a smile. I went and brush my teeth and went downstairs, were I found my mom cooking pancakes. I walk up to her and kiss her cheek.

“You are in high spirits this morning” she said, smiling.

“I’m happy” I said

“Is Mark the cause of that happiness?” my mom asked knowingly

I blush a deep red and my mom laugh, and suddenly the phone started ringing.

I answer it.


“Hey, sweetness” Mark said at the other line.

“Why you calling me instead of coming here?”

“I’m going to be busy this morning, going to get my driving license. It shouldn’t take much time. And then we can go to the park and have a picnic. What you think?”

“As long as you’re driving” I said, smiling.

“You bet”

We said our goodbyes and he promised to pick me up. Later that day I did my chores and then took a bath and got myself pretty. I couldn’t stop looking at the clock and noticed he was late, but I noticed he was going to be here in a few minutes. But when minutes turn to hours I started to worry. I call his cell and didn’t answer, call his parents but like me they knew nothing. I paced around the room, sick with worry, and felt the same feeling I had when I was at the doctors, something was wrong. My mo made a cup of hot chocolate for me and told me to sit down on the couch, I did and we turn the TV to find something to see.  Suddenly the news sprang up.

“We have been reported of a car accident. Seems like there were two cars involve, a Hummer and a Volkswagen. The driver of the Hummer was texting and the driver of the Volkswagen has just stop in a red light when the driver of the Hummer cut across the lanes and hit the Volkswagen dead on. The Volkswagen flips to a ditch that was beside. We have been informed that the driver of the Hummer has minor injuries but the one in the Volkswagen did not survive.”

Pictures of the cars were shown and that’s when my world stopped. I knew that Volkswagen as I knew my name. It was the same blood red color that I had help paint last summer, the one that had a peace sign on the right window. I knew that car because it was Mark’s car. The cup fell of my hands and there was a sharp pain in my heart and then blackness envelope me.



Later, much later they told me what had happen. Some tissues had broken down and I needed a new heart quickly, it happens that Mark that day, when he came to get his license he had put himself as a donor, and his heart was compatible with my body. His parents consented and they did us a heart transplant.  I heard all this almost a month after my recovery, in that time they had buried Mark and I have been lying in a hospital bed, with a heart that once had been his. My will for living was gone, but I knew that Mark wouldn’t have wanted that for me, so every morning I woke up and pray to God to give me an answer of why I was living and Mark dead, why he had taken Mark away from me. When I was healthy enough, I went to the cemetery and put flowers left flowers in his headstone. I spend all day there and when night fell I was ready to leave, ready to say my goodbyes. The moon was high and clear in the sky, and bathed me with her celestial light. Suddenly I saw that the light took form of a person, of somebody that I knew very well.

“Mark” I whisper

He was dress in white pants and short and his eyes beautiful blue eyes sparkled with life and happiness. He c walk up to me, took me in his arms and kissed me. It was a gentle kiss, one that drew tears from my eyes, I hug him hard, not wanting to let go and so did he. He wipes the tears off my eyes and gave those sweet butterfly kisses that I love so much. When he pulled away he looked up as if he had to go.

“I don’t want you to leave; I don’t want to live without you”

He put a finger to my lips and then puts his hands on my chest, over my heart, and it beat faster, and I started feeling better, itwas as if Mark was giving life to it. And then I understood what he wanted, he wanted for me to keep on living.

“Alright, Mark. For you, I will live. For you, I will keep this heart beating until the end of my days, and I will always have you close, right beside me.”

He smiled and gave me a final kiss. Then he walked away and disappears in a flash of light, leaving behind the most important piece of his life, his heart.




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