Novel & Cerita I've Got Thick Skin And An Elastic Heart

Elleanna’s voice carried into the front as she sang and baked “…Now I’m a warrior…Now I’ve got thicker skin…I’m a warrior….I’m stronger than I’ver been..And my armor, is made of steel, you can’t get in…I’m a warrior…and you can never hurt me again….Out of the ashes, burnin’ like fire….you can save your apologies…you’re nothing,but a liar…I’ve got shame, I’ve got scars…that I will never show…I’m a survivor…In more ways than you know…” She took out the cookies and moved them to cool down then she began baking a homemade carrot cake. “…there’s a part of me that I can’t get back…A little girl grew up too fast…All it took was once, I’ll never be the same….Now I’m taking back my life today…Nothing

I will run far away and always protect myself from here on in. In these months I have built up hardness in my heart and a wall of thick steel that no smooth Carrero charm will ever be able to penetrate. No one will ever get close to hurting me like that again. He will never get a chance. No one will. If he were to walk back into my life, I would run a million miles in the opposite direction.

My skin, my flesh or my heart? All Hearts!!

‘Why do you think I don't want this?’ I repeated what he said to myself…..I was stunned speechless I didn't answer. I couldn't. I didn’t even know what to say. I didn't want him to admit to my face that he was only putting up with me for the sake of his boyfriend. He cooked his head sideways anticipating an answer, upon seeing me quiet he continued “Oliver never ever put yourself down,you are worth a lot and more. Don't think you aren't worthy of someone, people don't define you and you are a work of art on your own”

My legs felt like lead, my heart like glass cracking under pressure—but I kept walking, shoulders high, back straight. I had work to do.

He’s never really met me before. The drive to my office is boring, and my mind keeps being tormented by Vivian’s words. “Who hurt you so much in the past that made your heart turn into ice?” You may say I am made of ice, but I prefer the term I am made of stone. After all, Ice melts. And I don’t think I will ever be capable of loving someone. I think there’s something broken in me.

The truth slipped out before I could swallow it back. “No matter how hard I try,” I whispered, “people still find something to pick apart. I’m not Barbie thin, and everyone makes sure I don’t forget it. I try to have a thicker skin, but it’s like every time I start to feel good about myself, someone decides I shouldn’t.” My throat burned. “It still hurts,” I said softly. “Even when I want it not to.” The muscle in Noah’s jaw flexed. His eyes darkened — not with pity, but with anger on my behalf.

If he kept talking low and dirty to her, she’d come for sure. “It itches, like a thousand ants are marching over my skin. I need to rub somewhere—anywhere. My muscles are poised just on the edge so that if they tighten even an eighth of a centimeter I’ll explode. I burn inside like a river of molten lava is flowing through my veins.”

The sensation was terrifying. Falling as a toy had been weightless—a plastic tumble through the air. But as the two million voices of the audience wrote our descent, the world began to **thicken**. I felt a sudden, agonizing heat in my chest. It wasn't the glow of the Origin; it was the first, thumping kick of a heart.

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."