Devoid Of Emotion 소설 & 이야기

She asked him direct questions. "What did it feel like? The Grey Sorrow?" Arin paused his carving. "It felt… quiet. The noise in your head… it just stops. The worries. The fears. The… joys. It all goes away. There is only the task. The order. It is… efficient." "Efficient?" Sela’s voice was sharp. "It sounds like death." "Death is a cessation of function," Arin recited. "The Grey Sorrow optimized function by removing inefficient variables. Emotion is an inefficient variable."

does he want me to get affected by his stare so that I can look away somewhere where the sun doesn't shine anymore, does he want me to step back so that he can consider himself the ruler? wanting and occurring are two different things and this is not going to transpire, never in my life again. I looked back at him "How can you be considered a human if you have not experienced the Cascading affection of love, the pain of departure, the only night which doesn't hide, the regret that resides for a lifetime, the failure of cultivation, the hope of spring, the only epitome of love. a person without these emotions can be considered a robot and I decline to live like a robot when I have a life to l

All the meadows I was walking in will suddenly vanish leaving me in never ending grim, the harsh and unapaved paths full of thorns of disguise and torments and torture given by the people I consider my own. "Hey! Don't cry. I am sorry. Tristan never said sorry to anyone. I never accepted my mistakes. I could never see myself this delicate hearted. I never thought that I will ever care for anyone. I never perceived myself to be someone who owns heart. The Deven you knew was lost long back. I left him a far from my present. What is in front of you is just a money minded, brutal, beast who doesn't know anything about emotions love." What he was speaking was in contrary to the behaviour he did.

I voiced out asking no one in particular, as I gazed at the ceiling above me. I couldn't understand, how I could dislike him and at the same time care about the attention he offered to me. I didn't understand why I wanted him to send his boys to drag me to his coven, whereas whenever I found myself there, I asked to be free and left alone. I couldn't understand why I suddenly feel concerned about his emotions now, whereas whenever he talks to me about them, I spat on his face, I couldn't understand why I wanted him to kidnap me, while it was one thing I disapproved. All of this made no sense to me, it was as if I couldn't understand myself or my emotions anymore.

It was his turn to change the topic. "I don't know." "You haven't asked anyone about it?" "I don't want to. I enjoy it anyway." "Really?" He said sarcastically. "Yes. When my parents died, I did not shed a tear, I did not feel anything. Although my brain told me that it was a horrible thing, sad as well, but nothing came out. Probably because emotions are more like hypothetical constructs. They're...much more different and beyond what my nervous and endocrine systems tell me. But I think I've become used to it already that I have learned to like it. Not having emotions means not letting myself to get hurt. Who wouldn't enjoy something like that?"

Yet there was not even a single ripple and remained so calm, just like they were to it, just like a passing wind. Maybe a person who doesn't understand emotions, doesn't have a heart like it, how can he know in this life? Because it was soon brainwashed to be stuffed with disgusting things so that the good things of this life gradually faded away. It's a machine that no one can ever understand if they're wrong... "Give me back my loved ones! The son of a bitch is your fault, ALL of it is YOUR fault." A clause is tired! His mind soon became hazy, and his vision was also blurred with pain that made his face dizzy. It feels like it's wasted, not even a little feeling, or is it so painful that i

Then why was it that she would just appear one day and take away the only person who could make me feel emotions? I took a deep breath, inhale and exhale, inhale and exhale, inhale and exhale. My eyes opened and I was sure all the vulnerable emotions that were present a moment ago in my eyes had vanished. I felt stronger than ever. That’s right. Emotions were just a nuisance. Without them, I was the strongest. Now I just needed to get what was meant to be mine. Aaron is my possession. *~*~*~*~*~*~*

With renewed determination, I focused on the task ahead, ready to do whatever it took to salvage the company's reputation and secure our future. As Marc departed, his parting words served as a sobering reminder of the cost of my ambition. "Sorry for your loss," he said, his smirk betraying a sense of detachment that left me questioning my own morality. In that moment, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of man I had become, willing to sacrifice everything in pursuit of success, even at the expense of those closest to me.

The man glared at me with hatred, while the woman absentmindedly adjusted her bangs. In my mind, I sneered. How could it take five years for anyone to realize that Lucas was a fool? When my mother-in-law was brought in, she spotted me with pure resentment in her eyes. However, when the witnesses began testifying, her anger was overshadowed by fear. I believe she must regret not killing one more person. It's what they call, "to root out completely." Motives, witnesses, and evidence were all crystal clear. Everything had already been set in stone.

This man—once my friend, once the leader of our pack—was now nothing more than an empty shell, devoid of emotion. "Is there anything else?" Giovanni finally lifted his head, his cold eyes sweeping over me, still devoid of warmth. I shivered involuntarily. Despite having seen Giovanni like this countless times, I couldn't help but feel a chill crawl up my spine every time I met those icy eyes. The man who had once been passionate, powerful—the leader who had steered the pack to glory—now seemed to have lost his very soul. Since Fern's death, there had been no light in Giovanni's eyes. It was as if all his deepest emotions had been stripped away in that brutal b