Novel & Cerita Emotional Closet

He rose from the chair and left my office. My chin quivers and I can feel a thickness in my throat. Is this guilt that I'm feeling right now? I don't know what I'm feeling at the moment. And it's all because of my mother. She's turned me into a person I don't recognize or understand. At age 30, I could have been married like my peers, but I'm still single because I now despise all women, thinking that they're all the same. Deep down, I know that what Daze said was true, but I can't let go of the hatred inside of me.

4 YEARS LATER..... I look down at my desk and release a sigh. I've been at work for 9 hours today, sorting through paper work. Noah would've been doing some of these stuff, but he's away right now. After Izzy's death, I became my old self. I closed myself off from people to try and freeze the emotions I have to make the pain a little more bearable. Unfortunately it hasn't worked and yet, for some reason I still do it. I think it is a sign of protection. To shut of emotion means to not let people have power over me and therefore not get hurt. The last time I opened up to someone died...and I still have some wounds from that.

It is an important document to be emailed to investors, investors he needed to support his international cause. However, my mind was diverted to what my ex therapist, Dr Guaven said. He said “It’s not your fault that you feel the urge to date and dump when you like. It’s a normal phase to go through after the loss of a loved ones, Don’t be hard on yourself. Try to accept the love they give you” Till now I haven’t met the right one yet. I take a look at the proposal again and sent it to Claudia after giving up on trying to read it.

Chapter 16: Secrets in the Closet I take a deep breath, attempting to steady my nerves. The uncertainty gnaws at me as I consider the possibility of losing her. The bond we shared, once pure and uncomplicated, now hangs in the balance. I brace myself for the inevitable confrontation, the moment when I must emerge from this refuge of self-imposed isolation and confront the consequences of my emotions laid bare. My mind replays the scenes of our intertwined lives, and as I sit in the bathroom stall, I reflect on the subtle clues that hint at a truth I was too blind to acknowledge.

SHAYLA'S P.O.V I did not wear any heavy emotion well. I have always had this habit of dressing up the darkest of my emotions in tight, costly fabrics ; too much of eyeliner and the boldest strokes of lipstick, and high heels. I tried to shove all of such feelings deep down, hoping they would go away. But the dark, heavy emotions always left a trail, and it lingered there. They burned into my memories. The feeling always undeniably there, swirling beneath the surface, threatening to burst out at the softest of words & gestures.

The hum of the clinic faded into nothing, dissolving into a dull blur at the edge of my awareness. I straightened the charts on my desk, my hands moving with mechanical precision. Every motion that I take was a deliberate act, it was calculated because I know that the moment I let myself slip, my emotions would claw from beneath my skin and it find their way to the surface. Cole had walked in with so much emotion emoting from him, he was pleasing but I refuse to listen to his pleas. For the past eight years, I had been able to forge an armor that’s been able to protect the life I had successfully built without him.