If I Keep My Heart Out Of Sight Novels & Stories

My mother, the person that apparently have a heart attack was sitting on the sofa eating fruits. She didn't look like she just had an heart attack. My face was impassive so my shock didn't show. Besides, I have always learned to hide my emotions and thoughts from people. Being open with things like emotions and thoughts was a blatant weakness. I folded my hands cross my chest as I looked at them with dark eyes. There was a third cup on the table and there are only two people present. Someone was in the house. "Mother," I called calmly, "I thought you said you had an heart attack."

I let out a loud exhale, clutching my racing heart. “This is why I don’t tell you things.”

Kinda. Leaning back against the window behind me, I cross my arms over my chest and narrow my eyes so she won't see the interest deep inside because that will mess things up. This is to help both of us, and I need to be this heartless monster she cannot stand for that to work, or this will all be a lost cause. I can act for a while and be back to normal when in the confines of my room.

Could he hear the rhythm of my pounding heart? The more I thought about it, the more nervous I became, fearing that he might hear my own heartbeat. In a split second, I swiftly turned the slender him around, ensuring he faced away from me. Of course, to ensure his silence, I kept his mouth covered. Perhaps he also realized that I was trying to avoid detection from outside, as he obediently refrained from making any noise after I signalled for him to stay quiet. Thinking we were now safe; little did I know that a greater challenge awaited – his scent.

And I can't explain it but I felt a bit of pain inside my heart realizing that he is not thinking of seeing me again after he woke up. "You are bleeding, and I also don't know how to get out of here." I said and looked away. I tried to hide my emotions and look at him with nothing in my face. I want him to feel that I just did what I did because I need him to take me out of here, well, it's the main goal.

I closed the curtain to make sure he couldn't see me since I broke the window earlier. I quickly turned off all lights so that it wouldn't attract any unwanted attention. I then crawled into the fireplace, of course there was no fire, and pushed myself in deep. Clutching the fire poker tightly in my hand. My hiding spot from the fireplace gave me a slight sideways glance at the door and a full view of the window. My heart was beating a fast frantic rhythm that was so loud I bet you could hear it from miles away. Which is bad for me right now. I tried my best to calm myself down. One, two, three, four ...

I’m like the others, god-least-favorites who have to do all it takes to get up and be happy. I really hate showing my weaknesses, and that’s why I often put on a strong and motivated front for everyone to see. But deep down, I’m just yearning to scream my lungs out and cry in the arms of those who have hurt me. I want my voice to be felt and my heart to be listened to, but it’s so hard to be heard when I’m not ready to talk about everything that’s inside me. I’ve come to realize how crucial it is for me to remain quiet rather than voice my feelings, which is why I’ve decided to walk away instead of confronting the heart that caused me pain. It feels safer to keep my thoughts to myself than t

Hoping she would stay asleep until we arrived home, I started walking in that direction after ensuring she was securely on my back. Halfway home, my luck ran out as I heard Hayden release a sob and tighten her arms around me. “Why do you hate me?” “I don’t hate you.” I spoke softly. “You don’t love me. You wouldn’t be hot and cold toward me if you did.” Hayden released a whimper. “I have my reasons for trying to keep my distance from you.” “Why?” Hayden mumbled. “I hope you remember everything tomorrow.” I sighed. “I do love you, Hayden. I have loved you for a long time, but your safety is my main objective. Part of me believes you won’t get hurt if I stay away from you, while the other part

My hand rested near his heart as our eyes met. His eyes looks bothered. Like he is conflicted about something or may be confused. Does he wants to say something? Why it always feels like this that he wants to do something but holding himself back. I looked at my hand which is resting on his chest, I tried to feel his heartbeats but couldn't. His heart doesn't make any sound. "Don't bother looking for anything, I don't have a heart." He said and I quickly pulled back my hand from his chest.

"Just promise me you will take care of yourself. Let your heart be open, but let your mind also guide you. Love should lift you up, not break you down." Stephanie managed a small smile. "I promise," she whispered. "I will try to keep my eyes open and my heart guarded. I will hold on to the hope, but I will also remember that I am worthy of a love that is pure and unburdened by secrets."