If I Keep My Heart Out Of Sight Novels & Stories

She says softly. “Well......It's not always the outside that matters. If you don't want to attract guys to you, and I'm assuming that's who you're talking about hiding from. Then you can't be as nice as you have been to me. It's the secret person of the heart that will stand out no matter how much you try to cover up or hide.”

After watching her for a few minutes with her annoyed face I said: —I just wanted to talk to you, but for some reason you always ignore me and pretend I don't exist. I would like to know why. Now she was watching me with those little dark brown eyes and then she said: —I ignore you because I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to have any kind of conversation with you and you should stay away from me and stop looking for me. I didn't think of anything, I just said what came out of my heart.

Soon, his thoughtful expression faded. He quickly lifted his head, still looking at me with that unfamiliar, cold gaze. "Anna, I think you're not as good as Emily, so let's get a divorce." I heard him repeat it again. I clutched my cup of hot coffee, lightly tracing the edges of the mug, but inside, my heart was frozen. The ones who were supposed to leave never did for just one reason. Once one was gone, there would always be another. "Fine, we'll divorce, but with one condition."

Every step echoed his words in her mind. Stay out of sight. It wasn’t a warning. It was a reminder. She was never supposed to be seen. And maybe… She never had been.

It’s neither love nor fear, nor hope. It’s something else. Something broader. Something I must protect. I close my eyes. The phone vibrates one last time, then calms. Like a heart that aligns with mine. I smile. And I lie again: they won’t see anything coming.

Clara I was so emotional and all but I told myself that I won’t cry out for anyone to see, really it was not worth the time and energy for it. I learned early that tears invite questions, and questions demand answers I do not have the energy to give. So it swallows everything that people can see. My face becomes composed like an arrangement of expressions practiced in mirrors and reflective windows. The weight inside me shifts, so I adjust my posture instead. When something breaks, I lower my eyes and breathe through it. No one notices. That is the point.

My heartbeat stutters. If he finds out I’m reaching outside, Cassian pays too. I force my feet to keep moving. I won’t let him see me flinch. Not yet.

Have to. I managed a soft nod, my silver waves shifting from my side vision. Moving like soft ripples as nodding is easier than letting anyone see what rests on the inside of my chest. The hard and tunneling sensation to lose something before it’s even gone. “I will make the announcement,” I say at last—quietly, not as surrender, but as building up that final wall needed to protect myself from myself.

And the moment I turned the corner and slipped out of their view, I exhaled shakily and pressed my fingers against my chest. My heart felt like it was breaking out of me. But I didn’t cry. I wouldn’t, not here. Not while he was still behind me, still hoping for something I’d already buried.

So, never giving anyone your heart makes you live a longer, healthier, happier and more fulfilled life. “You don’t want to keep him waiting.” He says with a hint of amusement in his tone. I blinked, realizing I’d been staring at him. I smiled and threw on the button up shirt he’d put over my shoulder. He watched me wear it, with a satisfied smile on his face. I couldn’t let him have it all so after I adjust my hair and glance at the mirror to make sure I don’t look like a clown. I turned to him and smirked. “I’m sure this will look good on his floor.” I walked out of the room, not waiting to see his expression but I could feel it burning the back of my head.