I Have Pretended To Be Mentally Mga Nobela at Kwento

All at once. “You… you did what?” he whispered, disbelief cracking the edge of his voice. “Pretended,” I said, smirking despite myself, leaning against him. “To make them think they had power. They don’t. Never did. And if anyone tries again…” I shrugged, voice dripping sarcasm. “Well… let’s just say they’ll regret even existing. Simple as that.” Rowan shook his head slowly, still holding me close, still pressing me to him like I might float away if he let go. “You’re insane,” he muttered, but there was laughter there. Slight, incredulous, and yes, impressed.

I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, "It is called being pregnant." "It's actually your fault," I said with a light shrug. His eyebrow raised as his arm slowly left me, "You never miss a chance to blame me, do you?" I shook my head before an idea crossed my mind. Let's make things go my way this time. Let's pretend to be dizzy again. "Oh." I suddenly said before I pressed my fingers to my temple as if I felt real pain. I pressed my eyes shut and massaged my temple pretending fake pain.

I pretend that this is not the end of the my world. I became good at pretending. I became good at pretending that I do not feel the pang of sadness whenever someone recalls a memory about her. I pretend that I do not feel the need to kill myself whenever she comes in my nightmare to remind me how mercilessly I tool her life. I pretend that I am fine when my body barely functions. I pretend so many things that I feel like I have become so good at it. Practice makes a man perfect. And practicing of pretending is all what I have been doing since last one and half month.

Quinn sighed softly and marked their page with a torn piece of notebook paper. "Leave the poor guy alone, Ian," Quinn warned softly while glaring across the table. "He already looks like he is on the verge of a nervous breakdown and you are making it worse." "I am fine," I lied quickly to avoid drawing any more attention to my current mental state. "You do not look fine," Ian observed while swapping the lens on his camera body. "You look like you are carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders." "I am just tired," I deflected while organizing my scattered index cards.

I wrecked my mind searching for what to do. Finally, an idea clicked in my mind. ' Pretence'. I should pretend and act like I didn't understand or know what I just did. Maybe I can pretend to be drunk. I finally settled for that. Marcus, on the other hand, is so eager to understand what I just said. Marcus was fast enough to access what I said and inquired for more information on what I just said. Realizing what I had done, I quickly tried to clean up my mess by covering up the cat I just let out of the bag.

At the realization of what I had done, I knew I had gone overboard. Rather than admit what I had done, what I did next surprised me. I didn't know I could act like that! " Hmnnn… hmmmm…" I said scratching my head pretending to be sleep talking and wasn't aware of my surrounding. After I had done that, I pretended to go back to sleep while muttering rubbish I myself didn't understand. I could see Greg confused at what just happened. I smiled under the duvet and was embarrassed at same time.

Uncle voiced reached out and I had to pause on the steps hearing those words. Pretend? Yes! We all pretended before her all this time and everyone did it without missing anyone and she is doing the same now. She is showing her anger this way and I don’t know from when she knew everything but I can’t let her be like this and make sure she let out everything. With that thought, I left their house after nodding at her parents and told them I didn’t tell her the truth which made them think how could she know everything then. *Mihira Pov*

Eating it would lead to my death and not eating it would lead to the same as well. “That cunning bastard” I muttered through gritted teeth, my fingers curling into fists as I dragged it down the wall and fisted my skirt. Perhaps, pretending to have mental illness was the worst idea that I shouldn't even have thought about for once. Do I just come clean to him? No. He would suspect me either way so what do I do? How do I get out of this situation that seemed to close in on me with the intent to suffocate me?

“That’s it?” “I rehearse conversations that never happen,” I continued. “Sometimes I win arguments that don’t exist.” He laughed. “That’s adorable.” “Don’t say that,” I warned. “It is adorable to be honest and makes you different.” “What about you?” I asked. He leaned back on his hands, staring up at the sky. “I pretend I’m fine even when I’m not. People think I’m calm, but I overthink everything.” I looked at him. “You don’t seem like it.”

Am I just creating scenarios in my head? I mentally slapped myself and inwardly shook my head. "N-nothing, sir. I’m just talking nonsense," I mumbled with a laugh. At least that would hide my embarrassment. "Stop laughing. Faking it just makes you look crazy." I was stunned and just bowed down because I was too embarrassed at him. Then, I saw some images flashed in my head. What was that? Did I just daydream on almost stealing a kiss from him and then, him doing it at the end?