Express Yourself Novels & Stories

Remember the message I type in each letter slowly, my expression unreadable even to myself as my fingers moved against the keyboard the sharp clacking sound filling the room. “𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙢”

I really can't express myself. "I am scared that y-you will leave me after I express myself to y-you as he l-left me.” Slowly my head went down. He looked at me and immediately spoke without leaving me to speak. " Even if you tell me to leave. I will not leave you because you are meant to be mine. "

Why wouldn't it make sense? "To be honest, I have no idea. My incapacity to express how I feel in a clear and concise manner is a barrier for me. At the very least, it is what I try to persuade myself of on a daily basis. When I am saying this, I turn my focus to Mark who is supposedly sleeping. It's probable that I won't be able to convey that information to him at this time. I begin sobbing and immediately resume my previous position of leaning forward.

I couldn't believe it. “I don't know how to express myself, Isabella. This is new to me. Even when I was a kid, I couldn't express myself properly. So, can you be patient with me?” I swallowed hard. “Uhm…” His thumb caressed my cheeks again. His eyes became even more intense. “I promise, I will do everything to protect you. To make you feel special. To make you feel that you matter and that you belong. So, be patient with me. Coz I’m willing to break my own rules, just to keep you…”

he shouted I felt a surge of anger at his words, the harshness in his voice ignited a fire inside me. I stepped closer, refusing to let him intimidate me. “You think you're the only one with responsibilities?” I shot back at him “you think I don't have my own shit to deal with? Yet here I am, trying to communicate with you!”

“And you’re certainly doing a bad job. It gives me the impression that it’s only Liana who’s shipping us. Or maybe she’s just doing your bidding for you.” “It’s not that, Audrey. I just don’t really know how to express myself. If you can see me with my friends at work, which could only be counted in my fingers, I am expressive. I am jolly. I am my “usual self”. But with you, it’s different. I don’t really know what to do. I like you. When I’m around you, I want to be impressive to you.” “Oh. Did you mean all that?” “Yes. And I’ve said more to you in five minutes than I have ever said to anyone in a week.”

I questioned looking at the rest. From their expression they obviously agreed with me but those traitors shook their head "what the fuck" I muttered glaring at them, I took in a deep breath not wanting to get angry, I don't even have any feelings for him so what should I express in a thousand word, I hate him I hate him... Should I keep saying that.

I said between my teeth, my words filled with anger. “You don’t understand.” “I don’t need to! Nothing excuses what you did!” My voice was loud, and it echoed. I knew that there were weird creatures after us, but at this moment, I did not really care. I just wanted to express myself. “You have no idea!” Tears filled my eyes. “You have no idea how alone I felt.” My voice finally dropped, and I swallowed a sob, stopping it from escaping.

“Please talk to me. I promise I'll listen.” “I hate my life!” I blurted out immediately. My voice broke, and the more I tried to speak , the more the tears came rushing out. Emotions clawed at my throat, and with how my breathe had hitched in my throat, I honestly thought I was going to pass out. “I hate everything that has ever happened to me. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!”

His expression mirrors mine — disbelief, confusion, something dangerously close to anger. Drake? Except— No. Oh. My. Goodness.