My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)

"I'm fine," Yesseca spat.

She sounded weak.

It was obvious that something was wrong.

Preslie said, "Yesseca, how can you say that you're fine? It's really sad to see you like this. What are so you dejected about? You have a handsome rich boyfriend who treats you well. If I had such a boyfriend, I'd be happy everyday. I wouldn't ever be depressed." Yesseca shook her head. "Preslie, you don't understand. You haven't had a taste of betrayal from someone you thought you could trust."

Preslie was stunned.

She widened her eyes. "Your boyfriend!"

"No, it's not him."

Preslie heaved a sigh of relief.

Yesseca's boyfriend did not seem like the kind of person who would betray others.

"Who is it then?" asked Preslie.

Yesseca didn't say anything.

Preslie asked again, "Yesseca, just tell me. I can figure out something for you, there's no use keeping this to yourself. You'll feel better once you let it out."

Yesseca suddenly curled up into a ball.

Preslie was shocked. "Yesseca what's wrong with you?"

"I'm so cold." She sounded like she was in pain.

"How are you feeling cold?" Preslie was anxious now.

Fortunately, Kylin had just returned.

Preslie immediately informed Kylin, "Hey, take a look at Yesseca. She said she's feeling cold."

Kylin immediately squatted down and patted Yesseca on the back. "What's wrong? Are you ill?"

"It's so cold." Yesseca felt as if an endless chill had enveloped her.

Kylin took off his jacket and draped it over Yesseca.

He asked again, "Where are your clothes? I'll get them for you."

His jacket was too thin, and he needed to give her something thicker.

Yesseca pointed to her bedroom, and Kylin immediately went in.

He came out with a coat and an electrical heating pad.

He covered Yesseca's body with her coat and then took the heat pad to charge.

A short while later, the heat pad was at full capacity.

Kylin placed it in Yesseca's hand. "Yesseca, warm your hand."

Yesseca took the heat pad.

With a coat and the heat pad, she felt at ease.

"Are you feeling better?" Kylin asked.

Yesseca nodded.

Kylin heaved a sigh of relief.

He stood up and said, "Then I'll make lunch for you. If your heating pad gets cold later, call me and I'll charge it for you."

Preslie immediately spoke up, "If it's nothing major, I can help. You do what you need to do."

Kylin glanced at her and said, "Thank you."

"It's what a friend should do."

Kylin went to the kitchen to work.

Through the transparent glass, Preslie looked at Kylin, who was busy preparing food.

He looked rather good doing so.

At first, she thought that the tall, rich, and handsome man could not cook at all. Even if he was able to cook, he would make a mess out of it.

Preslie then whispered in Yesseca's ear, "Yesseca, look how great your life is. Your boyfriend is so kind to you. He's handsome and considerate, and he can cook too. You have such a good boyfriend, why aren't you happy?" Yesseca didn't say anything.

She did not know how to react to Preslie, so she chose not to say anything.

Preslie decided to come up with a new plan.

She stood in the center of the living room. "How about this, I can dance for you. Maybe you'll brighten up at the sight of it."

After saying that, she started dancing.

Yesseca's mood wasn't uplifted at all by it. She looked constantly depressed throughout the day.

Preslie's energy was sucked out of her.

She became grumpy. "Yesseca, why aren't you having any reaction? Is it because I'm fat, and you don't like to see me dance? Perhaps if I had a better figure, you would be happier." Yesseca shook her head and said in a dry voice, "It's not that. Don't get me wrong, I'm just in a bad mood. Please stop teasing me, I need to adjust

myself."

Preslie sat down beside Yesseca.

"Yesseca, I won't try to persuade you

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then. Let me tell you something. You always say I'm just a little round, you don't know what I looked like before this. I was even fatter th am now, thirty pounds heavier to be exact. My parents have never once liked me ever since I was young. I have an older sister, and she looks so different from me, it's as though we don't share the same parents. She's beautiful and slim, and I'm like the ugly duckling."

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"Because I was fat, not only was I not liked by my parents, but I was also laughed at by classmates. They gave me the nickname Fatty. These people used my figure as a joke every single day. Later when I was in high school, I finally decided to lose weight. I lost 30 pounds. I thought I could get a perfect figure. But in the end, I lost so much weight that I was sent to the hospital. The doctors said I couldn't lose anymore weight, otherwise I would be in danger."

Yesseca looked at Preslie in shock.

For as long as Yesseca knew Preslie, she had always seen her wanting to lose weight.

Preslie could presume what Yesseca was thinking.

She smiled bitterly and said, "You want to say that

I'm always joking about losing weight, right? That's all talk. Whenever I get hungry, I'll get stomach cramps. My doctor told me I can't starve myself. Recently, I lost five pounds and my stomach started cramping again. If I eat again, I'll gain the weight back." Preslie spread out her hands and said, "So I'm not in pain. I can't lose weight. Even if I lose weight, I will gain it back. But you see, I'm not unhappy. I still smile every day. Do you know why?"

She looked at Yesseca with a beaming smile.

Yesseca didn't say anything.

She didn't know about any of this.

Preslie cupped her face with her palms and said, "Because my life is miserable enough. If I'm not happy, I'll feel even worse. So I have to be as happy as possible to make my life seem less depressing."

She lowered her gaze after speaking

and said, "I also know there's so many people just waiting to see me make a fool of myself. They think have to be sad every day because of my size. I'm not going to give them that satisfaction. All I can do is live my life the best way I cant

After saying that, Preslie twisted her waist and said, "Look, even though I have a thick waist, I can move it pretty well."

Yesseca felt like the way Preslie moved her waist was adorable.

She felt as though she had been pulled out of I-] own sadness.