I Need Your Heart
Description
I grew up in a cold world. I didn’t know my mother’s touch, or the feeling of sincere love. I’ve never received nor given love. Never until I met her.
I loved her more than anything. I fell in love with her knowing that her clock didn’t have many ticks left. But as I fell deeper and deeper, human’s instinctive greed grew within me. I wanted to be with this girl. Forever. I didn’t want to spend each hour with her with the constant thought of death in the back of our minds. I didn’t want to see her always hooked up to machines, experiencing painful attacks, and getting weaker and weaker each day.
I wanted to save her. I would do anything to save her.
Foreword
“How many months does she have left?” I asked, clutching the doctor’s arm.
He gently laid his hand atop of mine, “If she cannot get a new heart within six weeks, the longest we can hope for is one to two years.”
I felt numbness spreading in my body as I took those words in. My hand fell limp to my side, and the doctor walked away.
Six weeks. Only forty-two days to save her.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the familiar picture of a girl. There was no need to look at the picture; I already had her face memorized perfectly in my head. But staring into her face for the thousandth time helped me make my decision.
There was no other way. This girl was the only way to save the girl I had come to love more than anything.
I needed her heart.
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