Novel & Cerita Emotions Show

His mood changed to gloomy within seconds. What is he an actor to change his emotions?. I guess. As I watched, his gaze shifted from the computer screen to the photo frame. He halted his work and started watching it with an emotionless face. He slowly grabbed the photo frame and ran his hand through the photo in it giving a faded smile. "Was he his first love?." I muttered. His face gave away emotions that showed distress and suffering. A tear ran down from one of his eyes. I was taken back, he really is suffering.

"You know, I'm assuming that you traveled with your husband." For a moment, I saw when her reaction hardened, before she gently laughed while looking at me. Because of how fast her ways of changing emotions, I almost didn't catch it. Unfortunately for her, I was taught to be observant since I was a little kid so I'm sure with what I saw in her eyes. Anger. Hatred. Pain. Betrayal. And her desire for vengeance. But what are those emotions for?

*** In a grand royal room, a storm was brewing, one that could wipe and destroy everything that came through its part, like a tsunami, a tornado it brewed rising fueled by the emotion, anger. The feeling of hurt, anger, frustration and dread washed over him as he stared at the television which hung on the wall unaware of what was to happen to it. “Ahhhhh!!!” He yelled loudly in frustration and anger the greatest emotion that he felt washed over him, he threw the remote hard at the television, and it smashed the television's once smooth screen, a lone tear dropped from his left eye, rolling to his lips, its salty taste teasing his taste buds.

I already seem to share way more than I'd like. "No." There's a hint of a smile on his lips. "But you can't hide your emotions, Ash. Never completely. It's not in your nature. They shine out of you. Gleam through the cracks. Dance in your eyes and affect every move of your body. You fight them, but they find their way out."

“The storm came after… I can sense it. More like your sorrow called for it.” “I stared at her. “I don’t think my emotions are that strong to trigger a storm.” “You’ll be surprised how certain people can influence nature and things around them.” She tilted her head, and in the firelight, her eyes seemed off, deepening from pale blue to something darker. “Strong emotions have a way of stirring things up. Sadness and grief, especially.” I did not know what to say to that. I looked down at the mug… at the swirling patterns of blue and green and felt a prickle of unease crawl up my spine. There was something about this woman. Something that did not fit.

Seems like the last word was the reason why all of his emotions came out. I could see the overflowing sadness, joy, anger, and frustration. But what stopped me even more was all of a sudden, it dissapeared and only replaced by a single emotion. The eyes that staring at me right now were the emotion I never thought I could see. It was all... pured love.

"But I'm not used to the kind of emotions I feel, Hope. I don't know how I'm going to re-enact this." "Are you crazy, Avi? You're no longer in the world of showbiz and movies! You don't need a script to give the right emotions to all the actions you take! This is now a reality, Avi ... you're in the real world now, girl!" I thought about what she said so I suddenly fell silent. Hope is right, this is now a reality. A reality to live with. A real world where unscripted emotions do exist!

His posture stuff and he doesn’t say anything, just stares at me with confusion and pain etched all over him. I can almost decipher which memory is being churned over by the expression of shock, regret, guilt, anger, shock again, and then a soft disbelief and an open gasp before his face crumbles back to devastated regret. A million emotions in one fast change and it’s like I experienced this whole week all over again just by feeling him.

She smiled, but there was nothing warm in it. "What a pungent mess of emotions." She didn't bother to introduce herself. "I heard you want to leave. Rough week? Its only been a day." I stood just inside the door, bag still on my shoulder. "I don't want to talk about it." She tilted her head, still watching me. "You might not want to talk about it, but your emotions are all over the place. Rage. Sadness. Self-loathing. Disappointment." She tapped her desk with one long finger for each word. "I might be a delicate but I am sure anyone could see it."

In the beginning she thought that this man had no heart and no relation with human emotions but in these two months she saw that the tougher he was on the outside, the softer he was on the inside. One day she asked him to show him picture of his father, he brought an album which had many pictures of him with his father. He showed all the pictures one by one and also told the story behind every picture, that day she saw how his facial expressions were changing with each story as if he was living those moments again. his eyes were shining but there was such a picture that his eyes became moist after seeing it.