“Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?”
“In the cool of evening, in the silent shadowy barn, as we lay watching the sun ducking behind the treetops in the distance, I could hear my heart beating out the rhythm of my love for Frank. And when I rested my head against Frank’s warm chest, I could hear his heart beating out the same sweet song for me.”
“My heart shifted a little in my chest; it seemed to swell and beat against my bones until I couldn't hear.”
“So I did, and after that day she took the world off my chest, lifted it so I could breathe.”
“I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.”
“I couldn't understand a sense of unease that multiplied until I could hear my heart beating.”