Meant to Be (29 page)

I closed the door to his room softly behind
me and headed to the chair beside his bed. I pushed it as close as
I could to the bed and lowered the railing of the bed, so I could
hold his hand while he slept.

As I watched him sleep, I knew that I would
never allow this to happen again. Together we would become
stronger. We would never allow ourselves to be the victims
again.

Mark opened his eyes a few hours later and
saw me watching him.

“You should sleep,” he said.

“I’m fine.”

Mark used his hand and pressed my head on his
heart where I longed to be. I could hear his thoughts as plainly as
mine and smiled as I felt his heart beat against my ear. I would
never grow tired of listening to his heart. Rightfully, it was my
heart also, since neither of us could live without the other. We
weren’t some aliens or scientific project, we were
meant to
be
.

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