Can't Stop That Feeling Novels & Stories

All I can do is vibrate all over with the effort of holding myself together. “It’s tearing me……in…. two.” I can barely get them out, so consumed by what I am feeling, I can’t even register that he just appeared in thin air, like before, as though he was always just one step away. “Mm.. mm…ma.. Make....it stop…” I beg. Or try to, given my teeth are chattering and I can’t untense my face. Voice soft and broken because it’s mostly breath and sheet pleading. “I’m not the one doing this….. I can’t make it stop.”

And I know I can’t take this away. Even if it hurts. Even if it breaks something in me. They’re falling for him. And I can’t stop it.

I stayed on the edge of my bed, trying to steady my breathing, It wasn’t working. No matter how many deep breaths I took, my heart refused to calm down. “Mate… “ Find him. I buried my face in my palms. “You need to stop,” I whispered. “I can’t keep doing this! Can you not feel that he doesn’t feel it ? Stop it ! You are going to make me loose my mind.” The voice didn’t answer this time but I could still feel her, I knew she was there , she’s just quiet now .

But now— Now there was a crack. Small. But real. And once something cracks— It doesn’t stay whole for long. “I can stop it.” The words left my mouth before I could think. Everyone stilled. “What?” Adrian asked. “I can stop it,” I repeated. “How?” I didn’t know. Not exactly. But I could feel it. That system. That connection. That control. It wasn’t just affecting me. I could reach it. Touch it. Influence it.

I can’t breathe. My chest tightens, and suddenly I’m shaking. Actual shaking, like my body is trying to rattle the fear out of my bones. My phone keeps buzzing. My devices keep pinging. Each sound is a hammer to the ribs. The room feels too big and too small at the same time and then something inside me snaps into that familiar spiral logic. Make it stop. My eyes sting. “I can’t—” I choke out, and then the tears spill over, hot and humiliating. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this again.”

he said, his voice cutting through mine. That somehow stopped me. “Listen to me,” he continued, his tone lowering, more controlled. “You cannot turn this off like a switch.” “That is exactly what I have been trying to tell you,” I said, frustration still laced in my voice. “You keep saying ‘stop it’ like there is a place inside me where I can just reach and shut everything down.” “There is,” he said. I blinked at him. “What?” “There is,” he repeated, stepping even closer now. “Not a switch. But a center.”

letting go was weakness. Loss. Failure. but staying was breaking us. The weight surged again harder because now we were at the edge. the limit. the point where something gives. Zayden’s breath staggered because now even he couldn’t hold it much longer. “I can’t just stop,” he said. The words strained because now this wasn’t logic. this was instinct fighting survival. I stepped closer. Even with the weight pressing through me. even as my body threatened to give out. “You’re not stopping,” I said.

I selected shuffle and Slow Grenade by Ellie Goulding came on, and the song was damn appropriate for my life right now. One of the lines specifically spoke to me, “Why don’t I stop it? It’s like a part of me must want it, that’s why I’m not running from it,” it was slightly true for me, I was fighting it by telling Damien to keep away from my dreams, but I found myself sad when he actually listened to me and said he would.

"Tell me now if you don't want this, because I don't trust myself to stop again." My heart is beating so fast that it hurts. A little voice in my head tells me I should stop this, that I should do the smart thing and walk away while I still have some of my dignity, but I shove those thoughts back down. "I've waited three years for this," I hear myself say. "If we stopped I think I'd fall apart."

There was no denying that I enjoyed the time we spent together. I can't even count the number of times I wished time would stop and just leave us like this. It was becoming increasingly difficult to get through each day. I thought it would be faster for me to move on now that I'm not at home anymore and I don't see them often, but my desire to bring us back to where we were before, when I should be moving forward, only grew stronger. Is there ever a way to stop a feeling? Do you really stop loving a person?