If I Keep My Heart Out Of Sight Novels & Stories

My heart clenched, but I pushed the feeling down, burying it beneath layers of detachment. Emotions had no place here. I’d already eliminated the guards patrolling the perimeter, their bodies lying silent in the shadows outside.

Even after two years nothing had changed , his heart rate still sped up when he heard her name and he still missed her like crazy , no matter how hard he tried to hate her for leaving he still couldn't because he washwas hopelessly in love with her and for that reason alone he never wanted to become someone who would try to hold her back or lock her in a cage infact she couldn't be caged . What drew him to her was her personality in a society where people including him were afraid to be themselves or make mistakes because of how harshly they'd be judged , she didn't mind the rumours and she didn't spread them , she lived life like everyday was the last , she'd showed him that life could be f

“You would like me to meet him?” she asked softly. “Yes,” Garrett replied as he brushed her off her face. The silence filled the room as they stared at each other in the low light of the room now. The couch was near the furthest place in the room from the light in the corner of the room. Though it was open, this was a corner that was just for him to relax and unwind during the day. He knew the placement was off, but it worked for him. “I think you, out of everyone in the world, need one person who can show you how to love again.”

he asks, once again urging her outside. “Since when do you smoke?” He laughs. “Since I met you.” “Ha ha, so funny. I’ve never seen you smoke before, even after meeting me.” “It’s not something I do regularly, it’s similar to when people drink to drown their sorrows. I smoke to choke my anxiety, same shit different pile.” “Does Noel know you smoke?” Harken shakes his head. “That, and everything else I’m about to tell you, you’re going to keep to your damn self, understand? None of this reaches Noel’s ears, or I’m denying everything and putting the blame on you.”

“Meet me here in the garden by 12 tonight, be careful, I’ll be waiting for you” Betty’s heart drops in fear, her mind racing with questions. “Who keeps sending these messages? What do they want from me? She looks around the garden, feeling a sense of unease but saw no one, she quickly hides the note in her garments. “I’ll be here” she said confidently, hoping to finally unmask the mysterious identity of the sender but greatly feared for what could unravel next.

"Don't look away from me. It's annoying." No response. Not a single flinch. He just took another slow, deliberate breath, his chest expanding against mine, stubbornly pretending I was invisible. But I could feel his heartbeat beneath my palm, racing faster than his calm exterior suggested. The rapid thud-thud-thud betrayed everything his face refused to show.

After a while, I retired to bed but I wasn’t sleepy, I grabbed my diary and inputs few words, I looked through it and saw a page where I wrote some safety measures for my mental health; I read through and it says: "Stay away from things tthat you can't control, don't fight it, just stay away" But reality doesn't care about some motivational speeches!! How do I stay away from my heart? How do I stay away from my feelings? Howdo I stay away from church!? And how do I stay away from Fr.Matteo that just visited me today right here in my house?!! I closed my diary and tucked it back under my pillow and a helpless tear started running down my cheeks; My feelings are hunting me, and I'm scared for

If only the lake could talk to me, if only the rock could cover me with warmth, maybe there won’t be any need to go away but none of this would be worth it if they don’t fill up my heart with warmth anymore. I stood up from the rock and walked towards the edge of the lake for easy access, it has stopped raining now so it was easy for me to see around me very well! Nobody was around there which was okay and probably the best, that no one would see me in the act of taking my life. No one in their right mind would even be out in the rain at this time anyway.

He exhaled deeply, sinking into the chair across from me. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed his gaze flicker toward me, lingering with unspoken thoughts. My heart clenched, but I forced myself to stare at the floor, unwilling to meet his eyes. I needed clarity—space to hear him out without the pull of his emotions clouding my own judgment.

My heart is too loud, a frantic pulse against the quiet. I back away, slipping through the dark with the careful stealth of someone used to remaining hidden, of someone who must remain hidden. A lifetime passes before I find shelter in a nearby office, a dark and windowless retreat. I am just in time. Just in time to see him.