Novel & Cerita If I Keep My Heart Out Of Sight

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."

Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink: You’re not the only one watching. You’ve got forty-eight hours before someone decides your past isn’t worth hiding. No signature. No mark. But the phrasing… sharp, precise. It reminded her of the way Leo Knight spoke—only this was colder, less amused. Her mind moved fast—cross-referencing jobs, old contacts, burned clients—but there were too many possibilities. She turned the page over, and a smaller slip of paper fell out. A photograph. Her chest tightened.

Her eyelid twitched ever so slightly, but she said nothing. The driver started the engine, silent but visibly nervous. Preston stood in place, watching the car drive away until it disappeared from view. His fists clenched at his sides. ‘I don’t have the right. I don’t have a place in your world. Skye… You probably haven’t even noticed—but lately, your eyes always seem lost in thought. Like you’re holding something deep inside. Something heavy. What are you hiding? What’s locked away in that heart of yours?

But lying here at two in the morning with him on the other side of a locked door I understood for the first time what that actually required. Not of him. Of me. Walking into my mother’s house and letting her see something I had not finished understanding myself. Something I had been holding at a careful distance. Studying it the way I studied things. Observing from just far enough away that I could still call it observation and not participation. The way I had always kept things. Just far enough. Just manageable. I pressed my hand flat against my chest. My heart was doing its steady warm inconvenient thing. I closed my eyes.

After briefly stroking the cool steering wheel, I started the engine. The headlights cut through the encroaching darkness as I sped down the roads. The warm yellow lights from the streetlamps outside the window danced across my face, throwing me into shadows one moment and illuminating me the next. I didn't cry, nor did I think about where I would go or what I would do with my newfound wealth. I simply kept driving. The wind slipped in through the slightly cracked windows, bringing with it the damp chill of November in Newlyn. I kept a hand tucked in my pocket as I held the hair clip, slowly warming it, little by little.

But I forced myself to breathe steady, to pretend nothing had shifted under my skin. "I'm fine," I said quickly. "Just... heartburn. That's all." I watched her nod-watched her, not just felt her movement-and set the tray on my bedside table. She reached for my hand, ready to guide me as always. "I can manage," I told her. "Just point me to the spoon." I smiled, even as my mind raced. Don't let them know. No one can find out your sight is back. If they do, you'll lose your only chance to run.

But instead, they seemed to mirror the thoughts within him, it's light reflecting his thoughts. He had spent years building walls around his heart, guarding it fiercely against any potential hurt or disappointment since the demise of his wife. Yet, Mitchell had effortlessly broken those barriers, leaving him exposed. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. It was a mix of fear, excitement, and a longing for something he couldn't quite define.

Wondering if the heartache will ever go away, Lili tried everythig to free her mind of TJ Finnegan, but it wasn't working. She was truly miserable. She was numb to the world around her and she desperately wanted him back but she was just to scared to give it another chance. She felt that she was protecting herself and wasn't willing to risk her safety for her happiness. So life went on and she was slowly dying on the inside. She couldn't concentrate and she was way behind on her next book.

I maintained a neutral gaze despite the happiness flowing inside my heart already. “Welcome sir. Please have a seat.” The guards immediately parted ways for me. Just as I expected, so apparently everyone knew about her obsession with the Shadows Entertainment. This was why I kept my obsession to myself, to prevent scenarios like this. “Hello, Mr?” She raised one of her eyebrows, suspecting something already. I spared her a glance, and I maintained silence; I couldn’t afford to make my coverslip; that would be the second mistake, and Jack would not think twice before disposing of me.