Emotions Show Novels & Stories

The despair of a confession coming too late. He steps towards me, and I step back. A clear signal I don’t want him near me, and he relents. Stopping himself and moving away instead to give me space, the flicker of pain evident as his eyes dip to avoid me for a second. A show of genuine emotion. Who knew he was capable of such things? Capable of showing me he is human, after all. It makes the ache grow, spreading from my stomach out to every limb, and even my face trembles with the agony I’m feeling.

"What matters the most is what we turn out to be when we are older." I watched his face closely, not missing a single flicker of emotion. I saw the shadows in his eyes, the way his jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, and the way his eyelids fluttered, seemingly to hide the emotions brewing in his eyes. His expression was shifting from one thing to another, like clouds moving fast across the sky, and I was trying to read the weather inside him. Did he have to be that emotional due to a few words I have said? My lips quirked into a smile.

He showed her his inner turmoil, his guilt, his rage, the pain, and the insecurity. “Don’t let me fall, Emerson.”

“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.

I asked myself, but it was Chaos who answered. "You had to watch her when she didn't think you were. Fear is an emotion. and so is pain. We control our emotions, and only we allow people to see them." He handed me a phone, and I stared at it. "I saw it because she seemed sad, but she's Braelyn. She is only sad when no one watches her. I put my phone where she didn't know I was watching. It recorded her, but it was fast."

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.