Romans & histoires Hidden In My Heart

But the ache of jealousy, the fear that I was just another secret, that I’d always be hidden in the shadows…those feelings lingered, gnawing at me every day. I clenched my fists under the table, fighting back the surge of bitterness. All I wanted was to be seen, truly seen, by him. To be loved without masks, without secrets. But for now, I had to hide my pain, keep my feelings buried deep, while the world outside remained unaware of the storm raging inside me.

“I… I just need a second.” He tilted his head like he could read my mind. “Why?” Because my entire heart is spilled out in a notebook sitting on my bed. Because you’ll see the stupid little hearts I drew around your name. Because you’ll know I’ve been writing about you like a teenager with a crush and about my deepest secret , my illness. That was the main thing i was hiding . I forced a smile instead. “I left some… uh, girly stuff lying around.” “Girly stuff?” he repeated, clearly amused.

I hide it under the floorboard beneath our bed, where no one will find it, unless they’re meant to. The wooden floorboard creaks softly as I slide it back into place, resting the weight of the bed over our secret. It feels like burying a piece of my heart in the earth, a desperate time capsule left behind for a future version of myself I might not even recognize. I look back at the hiding spot, praying silently that if my mind is wiped clean someday, some instinct will lead me back to this place to find the truth of who I was when I was loved by him.

She laid back on her bed sobbing loudly. The whole campus had seen her. Tasha burst in without knocking. “Jayla, get up. We’re not letting him win.” “I’m not going anywhere,” Jayla said. Her voice cracked. “Everyone’s seen me naked. Everyone.” “Exactly,” Tasha said. “So you hide and they talk louder or you show up, head high, and make them choke on it. The sooner you carry on with your life, the sooner they'll forget it.” “I really don't want to.” Jayla cried

Adrian immediately stepped in front of Peggy and drove his foot into my chest. It was as if an invisible hand were squeezing my heart, forcing the air from my lungs. I glared at Adrian with reddened eyes. "Give me back the box. It's my fault. I shouldn't have tattled. Just give it back. I'll do anything you want!" Pain stabbed deep in my chest when I saw his cold, unyielding stare. I slowly sank to my knees. "Please…" I knew that Adrian despised our child and me. If he realized what was inside that box, he'd likely burn it immediately.

Her whole world was built on forgetting the terrible past, and she was carrying its memory in her hands. She hid the box under her bed in her dwelling. It sat there like a dark secret, and she could feel its presence even when she wasn't in the room. It hummed with a very quiet, almost silent energy. It was the opposite of the Heartwood’s hum. The Heartwood’s hum was warm and alive. This hum was cold and electronic.

To tell him how my heart races when he holds my hand, how his laugh echoes in me and how much happiness he brings in me by simply being with him. The last time I laid my feelings bare for someone, the hurt cut so deep it left a scar I still feel. Just the thought of that pain repeating itself makes my chest tighten. This time, I'm sure it would be twice as sharp, twice as hard to bear. So maybe I'll just let things unfold as they will. I'll savor these days and stolen kisses, hold onto the warmth of his attention while it lasts. I'll wait for him to define us, to say what's in his heart first. More than anything, I need to shield myself, to build a little wall around my heart that can stand

from what I'm seeing he has feelings for her but hasn't realised it yet. when he finished his last statement, my heart almost break in pieces. I felt my heartbeat fasting..what my dad said was true but I'm not evil..i can't do anything if Adrian has started having feelings for her. But..I'll just keep showing my love. They say love always wins.. I didn't turn back..just kept going until i reached my room ❤...❤ The Next day ❤Billie Rolene❤

I cried‚ my voice crαcking. He didn’t αnswer. He just kept sαying‚ “They’ll come for you. They’ll come.” My heαrt wαs beαting too fαst‚ αs if it knew something wαs wrong. “You’re scαring me. Whαt the hell αre you hiding from me? You need to tell me! You’ve been hiding shit from me my whole life. I’m not α child αnymore. I cαn hαndle whαtever it is you’re hiding. If you love me‚ then stop keeping me in the dαmn dαrk!”

"Hi. My name is Ethan Rivera, and I'm not here to tell you how to live. I'm here to tell you how I survived." The room quieted instantly. "When I was young, I thought there were only two kinds of love. The kind that was allowed, and the kind you had to hide. I learned to hide early. I became good at it. Smiling when I wanted to scream. At dating people I didn’t love. Pretending to be someone else just to make everyone else comfortable." His voice trembled but did not break.