Can't Stop That Feeling Novels & Stories

I can’t stop it from playing in my mind, from repeating itself like a song that never ends. The pain is unbearable, and I don’t know how much more I can take. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I want is for it to stop. And then, something inside me snaps.

I tried to shout but my cries were muffled. I tried to push him but to no avail. His strength was stronger than mine. The mystifying thing about it was that he is not trying to do anything. He gave me a look of hurt and remorse as well as a look of intense but unwanted anger. I stopped struggling for a second and tried to think of a way to push him. But, the feeling of being powerless filled me. The instant I thought that he wasn't gonna do anything, he moved closer and pressed himself against me. I felt so disgusted, I don't want to be defiled by him. I tried my best to push that revolting guy away.

I cursed and kicked my legs in the air, before trying to hail a can instantly. I didn't bother trying to recall, I needed to go far from the place I was, far from that strange man and far from everything that made this awful morning a reality, I knew the last one was impossible. Cause no matter how hard I try to run away, I can't eventually run fork my mind cause I can't stop it from thinking about everything that had happened or even recalling a thing from what had happened.

"Huh?" "I can't stop thinking about you Noah. I just don't know what and how to explain this wonderful feeling of my heart. I don't know what is it, or why it comes when I talk with you. I don't know why I feel like I need something desperately but can't figure out what it is. I don't know what to do, my heart.. it's it's - " I couldn't speak when emotions take over my voice.

He probably broke a couple knuckles but he didn’t care. He just wanted to stop. Stop everything. Stop the rage. Stop the heartache. Stop the pain. Stop feeling.

And then stopped. I exhaled slowly. “That’s precisely why you had to shut it down.” Before it went further and it became something harder to walk away from. Before it turned into something real, because once it did, there would be no clean way out, no easy explanation. No way to fix it without breaking something else. I ran my hand over my face and nodded slowly. “You made the right call.” I muttered, and the words felt forced. Like I was trying to convince myself more than anything. Because if it was the right call, why did it feel like this? My hands found their way to my chest to feel my heartbeat. Why did it feel like something was off? Like something didn’t sit where it was supposed to

“What does ‘you’ feel like right now?” I don’t answer. Because I don’t know. And that silence— That hesitation— That’s exactly what something like this needs. “…stay.” The word almost slips again. I bite it back. Hard. The resistance flares. Stronger this time. Sharp. Like something just pushed against the intrusion. I gasp slightly. “What was that?” he asks. “That—” I press my hand to my chest, startled. “That was different.” “How?” “It didn’t feel like I was stopping it,” I say. “It felt like something else did.”

"I can't feel him anymore." ***

I can't do this anymore. My chest feels tight, my breathing shallow. I have to meet him. I have to tell him this has to stop. But the thought itself is a lie, a delusion. Because how the hell do I even do that? How do I go to him, knowing what I know, feeling what I feel, and tell him *no*? Because God knows, and I *do* know, that if I go over to meet him, he's not going to stop. He is going to make his move on me, and that whatever spell, whatever dark magic, whatever intoxicating aura hovers around him will tempt me to delve into the act again. And I know myself. I won't be able to overpower him. I won't be able to resist.

It was a whisper to me that I felt if I hadn't been attentive I wouldn't have heard it. I swallowed. I like this feeling, but it scares me at the same time. I am trying so hard to stop this feeling. I am scared of it. It is like a poison that has no antidote. I am afraid that I keep falling into deep shit. I don't want anything that holds me back from coming back to earth. I don't want it. I am afraid that I will lose my sanity because of it.