Emotional Closet Novels & Stories

He pushes a hand out in front of me. My eyes falls on his outstretched hand and I debate taking it. Right now, I want to be alone with my feelings, crying until I’m numb but at the same time, I know that being alone in this mess is only going to wreck me further and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to handle what I’d do to myself. “I’ll be out in a second.” Before he can protest, I slam the door in his face and jog to the closet, searching for something appropriate to wear.

He was scared of being caught with Liam. If someone finds them in this state, then Liam would be outed and he would have to go through the same thing he went through. Quickly, he tiptoed to the darker side of the room and locked himself up in the closet. His heart pounding in his chest, he stayed there and waited till Aiden put Liam's clothes on, carried him on his shoulders and then left. “Phew!” He heaved a deep sigh of relief. So, how do you feel? The voice asked. Do you feel fulfilled? Better?

For these few moments , just for a bit , I feel everything – but once it is over , so am I. Closing my eyes , I think back – I think back to the sweet time where I felt everything all at once. I think back to the moments that I wished I could not feel ; ha! If only I had known back then. If only I had known what it would feel like to not understand the emotion laced in people’s voices , if only I had known back then the disadvantages I would face for not feeling ; maybe I would not have wished for that. However , wishes do not come true ; this coping mechanism is a learnt behavior. This coping mechanism has been activated today because of the events I went through years ago ; a daily action

Marko inquired, hoping Emily would answer all his questions. Emily fell silent for a moment, still confused about her ultimate destination. But eventually, she spoke up again. "I won't tell anyone about my destination. But clearly, I will be leaving; that's all you can get from me. I don't want you to get too involved in my plans. I don't want everything to fail again. Honestly, I'm so fed up with my position and the state of my life while I'm here. I want to be free, Marko, and breathe fresh air without the shadows of the past. If I stay here, I'll forever feel stuck because of all the old memories that make me feel sad. So you can understand my point and stop questioning me and my future.

"You're getting old sweety, and yet you haven't ever introduced a boyfriend to me. Tell me... when are you going to do that?" A certain long dead emotion suddenly built up in Blue as she heard those words from her mom. It was a familiar feeling that she had struggled to bury in the past but it seems it was about to elude again. She controlled herself a little so as not to explode right in front of her mom. "Can you please leave me, mom," Her voice cracked a little but luckily Mrs Alfred didn't notice it as she wanted to ask something else. "Are you planning to live here for eternity?"

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.

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.

He even knew the small rip in the comforter, right where he had pulled the fabric too hard one night as a kid, frustrated after yet another argument with his father. This was impossible. Ethan’s breath came in quick bursts now, his chest tightening. His fingers twitched at his sides, his brain scrambling for something logical, something rational. But there was nothing. Nothing except I don’t want to be here. The thought came suddenly, crashing into him like a wave. And that’s when he saw it. The closet door was open. And something was inside. Ethan’s blood ran cold. The closet was the only part of the room still shrouded in darkness. The air around it felt thicker, almost suffocating, like s