Emotional Closet Novels & Stories

She noted that down in her notepad. "That's what I said, yeah." Dr. Emily's gaze pierced through my flippant facade. "Why? Can you tell me more about that?" The dam I'd built around my emotions started to crack, threatening to spill out. But I clamped down, clenching my fists at my sides. It was too easy to get lost in the quicksand of the past, too tempting to let bitterness swallow me whole. "It's more than just the mushy stuff, isn't it?" she spoke. "It's the vulnerability, the letting someone in close enough to see all the messy bits."

I held my breath when he unlocks the door and pries it open, revealing my very suspicious best friend. My heart raced as my thoughts jumbled. Oh my God she will surely see me in the closet. I closed my eyes in a pinch of frustration. The closet is the first thing anyone would check! Kaleb did me dirty for sure. That bastard. As I seethed inwardly, I opened my eyes to make sure I could see her every move and prepare for the humiliation I would face soon. God she's about to tear me apart and break our friendship. My eyes blur with tears, and I pressed my lips in a frown to stop them from wobbling.

I felt the need to hold and play my cards very close to my chest. Which meant that, not even Abby who had been my best friend since forever could be let into those. I didn't know about the future, or it would change. But I was surprised to find myself feeling okay with keeping things that way even then, if my mind didn't change. In fact, I suddenly felt super protective of my thoughts and emotions. As if they were something to be neatly packed, and kept away from everybody else. Something sacred even. Except it wasn't even that. But probably the taboo ness that I couldn't help but feel, towards the entire situation. That I was slowly finding myself getting more and more emotionally involved

I said as the team took an exit from my office. Jeremy strode in my office looking all confident,but I could see fear behind his eyes failing to hide miserably.Like I said before,masking off emotions from the face is easy but hiding emotions from the eye takes years of practice.Being in pain taught me a lot especially showing emotions makes you vulnerable when it comes battles.Also unexpressed emotions will never die.They are buried alive,and will come forth later in uglier ways.All I can say is Sigmund Freud was right. "Jeremy,"I called out smiling like a cheshire cat.

I gulped a lump in my throat, closing my eyes, clenching my hands into a fist, feeling my now dirty nails dig into my palms – I exhaled loudly and shakily. I missed her. Tears slowly swelled up in the corner of my eyes. There was no denying that this feeling was what I was ignoring for the past few years. Hiding it deep beneath my mind and locking it – keeping myself busy and occupying my mind with anything. I read and read, hoping to get rid of it, but I knew that it was futile to get rid of genuine emotions that was felt deeply in the first place. I hoped everyday that it would disappear in the back of my mind, but everyday I encounter people, it reminds me of the pain and the stinging pul

I'm trying to comfort him though comforting people is not really my thing. "I'm here Kalex, just let it out and don't suppress what you're feeling right now. Everything is going to be okay, just lean on me okay?" I added still patting his shoulder. That just made him cry, his eyes out even more. He don't have to bottle his emotions away like a boat stuck in a bottle because it'll just exhaust him even more. Nobody would think of him to have this kind of weakness since he is very volatile and stoic kind of person. This Kalex is way too different from the Kalex that I knew.

Here we went again. It was the same old story. I would be met with criticism every time I stood my ground. The moment I showed even a hint of vulnerability, they would use family to guilt-trip me. I was fed up. “A family?” I lingered on those words, feeling nothing but a stinging irony. “Did you think of me as family when you turned my room into a closet? Was I family when you changed the door code to Alexander’s birthday? Has it crossed your mind that we’re family when you sent me to stay at a hotel?

I tilted my head. “Have you ever told that to anyone?” I asked. “I am a closed person. I don’t tell shits to people around me, even my family.” “Why is that?” “Because opening up and showing your emotions are signs of weaknesses. If you follow what you feel, you will get exploited.” “It’s not always the cases like that. It is okay to be emotional and weak since we are all humans at the end of the day.” He smirked. “Yup,” he answered. “I only realized that when I saw you crying many times.”

My heart is lonely, and my brain is wrecked, but I can't show that to anyone—crying is a weakness, and I have to be strong right now. Therefore, the only time I feel emotions is in the shower, pretending Dior and my mother can hear me. If anyone found out I talked to myself inside the bathroom, they would probably call me insane. And while I realize I should stop with that habit, it's the only way I cope with stress and grief.

I clutch her like I’m drowning. Because right now? It feels like I never left that closet — stuck in the dark, holding hope alone while he walks away untouched. And I don’t know how to shut it off. Not yet. But God, I want to try.