I've Got Thick Skin And An Elastic Heart の小説・ストーリー

“I can’t… all I’ve gone through… all… everything… to… be here… like… this… to die… like… this…” The words caught in my throat. My voice cracked, thin and fragile, barely carrying through the dense forest air. My chest heaved violently, each breath stabbing like knives in my ribs. My heartbeat was irregular now... slipping, stuttering, a cruel rhythm that threatened to stop at any second. Burning veins stretched under my skin, fire crawling up and down my limbs, from fingertips to shoulders, from toes to thighs. Paralysis crept slowly, insidious, testing me.

My skin felt hot, and I felt like I was turning red by the second. Like a caged bird yearning for escape, my heart pounded against my ribs as I sped through the sea of people. My throat tightened as I resisted the bile that was rising in my stomach, and I breathed in short gasps. With every hurried step, my elegant heels dug into my skin, but I didn't mind. All I had to do was leave.

Skin on skin. I stagger back, bile rising in my throat. I don’t wait to see more. I turn and disappear into the shadows, heart hammering, mind spinning. Today is just not my lucky day. What the hell is going on?

My throat is burning, my skin is stinging, and my whole body is paining from the ruff manhandling. But physical pain is nothing. It's nothing but only a cherry on top of what I am going through. My heart, my soul, is still stuck on the second floor of that hall, in that conversation ..

Elena’s Point Of View My body felt like it had been wrung out, every muscle limp and quivering, like I had just run for miles barefoot across jagged glass. My lungs burned as though oxygen was some luxury I had to beg for, each breath coming shallow, frantic, broken. My skin was damp, trembling from aftershocks that refused to settle, and the weight of his arm around me felt like an iron shackle, steady, immovable, inescapable.

Mom replies, amused, “I think only people whose hearts are still untouched have a gut. As soon as someone’s heart falls in love … it evolves and blossoms and knows the right way.” “Yeah …” Mel whispers. “Jackson’s definitely never been in love.” “I’m not all that sure that one even has a heart,” Mom confesses. I almost laugh. Almost. Because I know better. We ALL have hearts. Fragile ones. Bruised ones. Buried deep beneath layers of damage, shit, defense, and bad coping mechanisms. Jackson just has more layers and shit than most. There’s a brief pocket of silence. I straighten, push off the wall, and step into the room.

We collapsed together breathing hard skin sticky hearts still hammering. ---

H‌is finger‌s gra⁠zed my skin, and the con‍tact felt like an electric shock. “Your​ heart is beating so fast​ I can see​ i‍t in‌ your thr‌oat,” he wh‌ispered​. “You can hide und‌er t‌he‍ suit, but you can't h‌i​de from m‍e. I've had eight year‍s to lear​n all you​r te‌lls.”

He then looked at me and shook his head. "These two really has a thick skin." He snorted and the two didn't even bother to snap at his insult. Seems like they had long accepted the fact that they have a thick skin. "Can't you at least leave some for the three of us, you pigs?" He asked and the two just glared at him.

Eva On days like this, I feel my skin too tight. Unfitting. I want to rip it completely off, throw it away, run out from it free. But I can't, because I'm trapped. It's like the sky's so heavy that it keeps pressing me closer to the ground. Breathing gets harder by the second. There's this huge snake, wrapped around my chest, tightening its hold more and more. I choke on all the thoughts, suddenly flooding my mind. Why can't I turn them off, or slow them down?