Emotional Closet Novels & Stories

I couldn't bear the touch of her anymore, the weight of her sadness, the fear that pulsed in her every breath. I walked into the closet, my movements mechanical, my mind a storm of conflicting emotions. I pulled on a suit, the fabric stiff and unyielding against my skin. I didn't need comfort, I didn't need warmth. I needed to disappear, to escape the storm that raged within me.

But he’d also pinpointed all my attributes. I’d spent my entire life believing that I had to hide my emotions. I’d gone through great lengths to do it. I’d never really shown Cassandra the sort of affection I’d actually felt for her early on in our marriage. I’d always been stoic when it came to anything intimate or emotional because I carried such a deeply rooted embarrassment over my wild and extreme feelings.

Seeing Raya run to her side, watching the genuine, unfiltered relief wash over their faces, felt like a structural weight finally being lifted off my shoulders. I kept my features set in a neutral, impenetrable mask. I didn't need to broadcast that I was over the moon; in this business, emotion is a luxury that can easily be turned into a liability. I’ve seen what happens to men who wear their hearts on their sleeves in the boardrooms and on the streets—they get torn apart. So, I stayed back, a silent observer in the shadows of the room.

The loving look in his eyes really was believable. After the cake cutting, I was completely overwhelmed with emotion. If I didn’t get a second to myself just for fucking once, I was going to scream. I hurried away, and a few minutes later I finally found a good spot: the coat closet. I hurried inside, shutting the door and leaning against the back wall. I inhaled deeply, trying to steady myself and keep the tears from falling. The coats would muffle my sobs, at least, if I had to let it out. But I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want anyone, even myself, to see me break down.

Mom said all of a sudden. "What?" I say, knowing what she said couldn't be right. She sighed heavily again, then said, "He says that he always has been and had been lying to himself and everybody around because his father made him feel like a freak. So he buried his thoughts and feelings and 'Did the straight thing and got married, yada yada.' (using air quotes) But he does love us, just not as he should because he denied himself for so long." She sighs mightily again before continuing. "He has also been having a secret relationship with another closeted man in his office building. They have decided to come out and 'let the chips fall where they may,' he said."

My heart raced as I paced across the room, my heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor, each step a reflection of my turmoil. Calm was the last emotion I could grasp. Instead, a tempest of anger, hurt, and betrayal swirled inside me, demanding to break free. I marched towards my closet, the heavy wooden doors creaking as I yanked them open. Rows of designer clothes in vibrant hues and luxurious fabrics filled the space, but nothing seemed worthy of the storm brewing within.

Gwyneth's POV My chest is still hammering as if I ran a mile. I'm getting myself ready for my last breath as the door agonizingly open. I closed my eyes and braced my head for whatsoever that's going to come. I bite the inside of my cheeks, silently cursing for getting myself in this cubicle. Jinx is really after me today. Of all other cubicle's I could enter, why did I get myself in this one?

JAXON Emotions were underrated. They could make or mar you. It was one thing to have control over them and it was another thing to shut them out completely. Our emotions are like windows into our souls. They define us. They make up the essential part of us. And shutting it out only renders us void. Shutting my emotions nulled me completely and I began seeing being emotionless as a form of normalcy. I could barely differentiate between what was real and what wasn't.

Ophelia I used to be the kind of girl who wore every emotion for the world to see. Blame it on the choices I’ve made, or the things I’ve done, but I now had this box deep inside of myself where I stuffed the emotions deep. They bled out. They always did. It wasn’t an impenetrable box by any means, but the world no longer had to witness my emotions devouring me one bite at a time. It was in this box that I stuffed the pure terror of seeing my father standing in Edwards’ living room.

Ema is on the opposite side. "Why do you need to close those? Because of losses." Ema is sounding known as my problem. Why won't she? After all, it's all over in the news. "Yeah. I have no other option but Dad is emotionally attached with one of our companies. He is not ready to close that." I am sharing my problem with them which I never do. "Then don't close it. Find a solution. It's better to treat rather than throw." Abigail's words give me a smile of mockery.