I've Got Thick Skin And An Elastic Heart Novels & Stories

"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

The secret one. I turned back to the middle, scanning the entries that had nothing to do with him. There were quotes from poets who understood the grit of survival. There were sketches of architectural details I’d found in old churches. There were lists of things I wanted to study, cities I wanted to see, and the person I was desperately trying to become while the world was trying to crush me. I looked at a quote I’d written two years ago. *The heart is a muscle, and like any muscle, it can be strengthened by the very things that try to tear it.* I stopped. I read it again.

'People think I am strong. I am not strong. There is a difference between a strong person and a stubborn person who just won't put her sword down. I am the latter. Again and again and again... pick the sword up, pick the sword up, pick the sword up. I'm hard-headed not hard-hearted. I may be stubborn, sassy and rude at times, but I have a big heart and care about others more than I should.' ❤❤❤❤A NEW FOUND FRIEND AND MEETING THE A****N'S❤❤❤❤

The rival player leaned in close, sneering through the cage of his mask. “You skate like your mother,” he hissed, low enough only Atlan could hear. Red fog filled his vision. Before the ref could whistle, Atlan dropped his gloves. His fists connected with a satisfying crack against the rival’s jaw. The other man swung back, his knuckles glancing off Atlan’s cheek, sparks bursting across his vision.

His eyes are cold, but they are beautiful. "Hey, are we staying like this the whole day?" he said, and oh my god I felt Goosebumps on my skin, his voice so intimidating and- control yourself, Ana. I realized that we have been in this position for too long I quickly shake my head "No, c-can you leave me so I can stand" I said stuttering. He smirked evilly "Sure" and in a second, his arms let go of me, and I fall on my bum. oh, that bitch

The lord will have our heads if something as much as a cut is brought upon you’’ grace explained. ‘’I'm not that fragile’’ I did regret those words as soon as they left my mouth. I looked nothing but fragile. Malnured for years did have a toll on my body. I looked nothing like my age, unlike the fluffy bouncing hair girls of my age had, I barely had hair covering my back. My skin looked like it had been roasted over the fire, making it shiny and tainted. I did no hard work and my bones were so weak. Fragile should be my other name.

She wasnt athletic or sporty; she panted and heaved deeply after any strenous exercise, which further alienated kids from her because who wanted to be friends with the ‘lazy, fat girl’? It was not until she had collapsed from a routine sports activity that the problem with her heart was discovered. Series of tests were carried out and it was determined that she would require a major surgical operation to survive. At that point, Amber became indifferent, she reckoned that she would simply become the ‘fat,lazy, sick girl’. She was ready for the anomaly to take her life, after all, there wasn't much she had to live for. The government however, tried their best to keep her alive until her sevent

I backed away slowly, my body screaming, every inch of my skin itching with loss. I opened the door and stepped out, and the cold slapped me across the face like a jealous ghost. The air bit at me—vicious and sharp—biting my overheated skin until my ears burned and itched and begged for mercy. I scratched at them like a maniac, as if the cold could scrape the tension out of me. Rubbed my face. Hard Rubbed until it hurt, until I could force my expression into something less starved and burning. My heart was still sprinting like I was struck with lightning but I missed by luck.

Over the years, I'd guarded my heart so heavily that nothing could penetrate, no matter how hard they tried and it had been working, it so I thought. I'd practiced being stoic to things that would previously make me feel emotional,and I had swapped my overroy emotional heart, for one wrapped up and decided with steel. It had helped me become who I was today and now that I thought it was going to hold it's weight, it fell through.

That wasn’t me. “They can be.” I let go of a heavy sigh that carried the weight of all the pain and anguish I had been harboring for what felt like a long time. “But I will grow a thicker skin. It can’t hurt me because what they are saying is all false. They don’t know me, nor will they ever know me.”