SelfPub: When he asked where ...

When he asked where I got sick, I remembered the warning that "... will hit it," and shook his head. And he suddenly took me by the shoulders and playfully blew in the region of the heart. Warm breath touched my soul, carefully enveloped her delicate veil and heart, who had hitherto been silent, softly said in response. First shyly, hesitantly, but with each blow louder, clearer and louder. It was the sound of a crumbling heart with icy crusts... It "hit" me to the heart to beating again.