If I Keep My Heart Out Of Sight Novels & Stories

Do you want me to show myself or hide myself fly up high or bury myself? All Hearts!!

My heart beats fast and I can feel my blood moving faster on my body and I run to hide from him. I hide behind the pillar with my hand resting above my heart my eyes closed and the back of my head resting against the pillar. Please, God, don’t let him see me. Please. I open my eyes as I hear his voice walking behind the pillar and I move to the other side and then the other side and peek as I watch him walk.

“You cant hide from me, you know that right?” I don’t reply as I shut the door quietly. I walk quickly to his desk, pull out his chair and slide into the space behind it. Pulling the chair back in to block the view of me. I start taking long and slow breaths to slow my breathing. I press my hand across my heart and use one of the few forsaken skills I have learnt. Slowly my heart thumps lighter and lighter, until it stops. This should make hiding from him a little easier.

I dоn’t know whаt tо dо еіthеr—rіѕk my oldest frіеndѕhір for a сhаnсе tо date hеr, or ѕtау ѕіlеnt аnd watch hеr frоm afar, wishing she wеrе mіnе. As I thіnk thіѕ, ѕhе places her рurѕе bеtwееn us. It рrоvіdеѕ a shield, a ѕmаll gap оf рrіvасу, juѕt in саѕе George lооkѕ оvеr at us. If Gеоrgе suspects аnуthіng, іt’ѕ game over аnd wе wouldn’t dаrе ѕuggеѕt hе hіdе аnуthіng frоm hіѕ unсlе.

This means have to ask Simon for it but his eyes points to the table, telling me it's all ready for me. I hate this awkward feeling between us. The silence. The watching. The hurting. The avoiding. It's all messing up with my heart. As I turn to walk out of the room, for the last time I see his eyes taking a glimpse of me.

She stared at the ceiling, slammed the curtains shut, pulled the doll from one side and held it in her arms, and soon threw it away. She turned over and lay down on the bed, feeling her heart empty. She felt like she had heart palpitations and thought something bad would happen at any time. ‘She seems too impulsive. She should not rely on the fact that she is young and make no secret of anything. Did he find out? Could he have found out? What will happen if he finds out? Will he think that she is very weird? Can he understand why she has such a mind? Will he teach her a lesson and then begin to change his attitude towards her?

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