Romans & histoires Hidden In My Heart

Tristan said, while I could see his face that reflected desperation for not being able to hide the truth any longer, his chest was moving so fast that it was evident how nervous and agitated he was right now. "My heart began to beat slower and slower, I felt like an eternity passed every time I breathed, I could sense how the tears were being held back on my face, I was reluctant to let them out, thinking that maybe it was a dream a nightmare and at any moment I was going to wake up.

Too stunned. My heart shatters, I can heart every piece breaking without a pause. Without a stop. With a loud sound. Today, a part of me died, with Zion. My baby girl.

To her, it was nothing more than a pretty and fragile mask, worn only to conceal the selfishness underneath. Still, she clung to a fragile hope that the secretary’s words weren’t true. She couldn’t afford any more complications, not now. And yet, no matter what she heard, no matter what ugly truths threatened to surface, Jessica remained the one person she cared for the most.

I shut my eyes and refused to look at him. “You’ve been crying, what’s wrong?” His voice was urgent. I shook my head. I didn’t trust myself to speak. “I don’t like doing this so please tell me!” He was anxious, but I was too afraid to tell him. He pulled me to him and I quickly placed my folded arms between us again as he held me. “Mi amor, please.” I bit down a sob. The guilt consumed me. I hid my face in his chest. “I’m fine.”

" Chloe, you're the most stubborn person I know, I practically raised you, and I know that right now, you are scared more than anything. You have just learnt of a hidden truth, and both me and Owen, hate how we have hurt you by keeping this from you. We don't expect you to forgive us now, it might take a long time for that to happen, but please little sister, hear him out. That man out there, loves you so much. He loves you more than his own life, you are the one thing, he holds most dear to his heart.

She held his hand while running and saw a room where they could hide. “Maybe we can hide from there. Georgia can’t see you there, especially since she is with her boyfriend. You are famous, and you can’t be here.” Heart said. Cullen was feeling lost but just followed her. She then entered the room, but surprisingly, it was so weird. Heart’s POV:

Joe's Pov It's been a while I went out so going out like this makes me feel great and I was even feeling greater when I came here. I was smiling faintly when I heard a voice behind me. There was a secret hidden deep in my heart and I have tried several times to take it off but it always end up fruitless. The only way I could make it less was to go out and even that always end up disastrous. I tried to hook up with several girls to clear off those troubles hidden deep down but I always come out with a broken heart each time. Today was another day I wanted to give a try to my heart again. So far, it was going smoothly and I wished it would continue.

"It's a compliment, Élianor, it's a compliment, I'm not telling you this to please you, I'm not telling you this so you'll thank me, I'm telling you this because it's the truth, because I think it, because I see it, because I feel it, since I met you, since I loved you, since you left, since I searched, since I found, since I wait, since I hope, since I believe, since I love, you have a heart, Élianor, you have a heart, you have always had a heart, even when you pretended not to have one, even when you hid behind your mask of ice, even when you fled, even when you were afraid, even when you doubted, even when you hid, even when you forgot yourself, even when you forgot everything that matter

My heart felt like it was shredded to pieces and cold seeped through my bones. A heart wrenching cry tore from my throat . The two people I hold dear to my heart were the same ones who stepped on it, ripping it out from my chest. ________ Few days later, I sat in my room, hiding from the world. The silence was the only thing that dulled the ache in my head. I hadn’t left my penthouse since that day. The curtains stayed drawn, the lights dim. I lived in shadows now, where shame couldn’t find me so easily.

“You cant hide from me, you know that right?” I don’t reply as I shut the door quietly. I walk quickly to his desk, pull out his chair and slide into the space behind it. Pulling the chair back in to block the view of me. I start taking long and slow breaths to slow my breathing. I press my hand across my heart and use one of the few forsaken skills I have learnt. Slowly my heart thumps lighter and lighter, until it stops. This should make hiding from him a little easier.