If I Keep My Heart Out Of Sight Mga Nobela at Kwento

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 was curious and confused. “Shut people out. Sometimes you act too strongly with your blank stare, you seem almost unmoved, and other times you smile at the simplest thing but stop almost like you don't want to be caught doing it… Maybe I am wrong but I think it's beautiful when you allow yourself to care a little more than you let on, you are beautiful and it wouldn't hurt that bad”

It's a relief because, this way, he can't see how I'm fighting this damn sadness. With a deep sigh, I get up from the couch, swallowing heavily, “Well… I have some things to do, so I see you later?” “Yeah, see you later.” He says, still with his back to me, fiddling with the open documents on his desk… without paying me a single glance. I bite my lip, closing my eyes…. “Okay.” As I leave the room and stand outside, I sigh even more deeply and put a smile on my face; there are too many people around watching me, waiting for a simple slip to make me the target of gossip. After all, there’s rumors all around.

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.

However, he suddenly paused at the door and met my gaze. ‘’It’s best if you don’t see that rogue again.’’ He warns. ‘’Wild rogues are dangerous.’’ With that, he steps out, shutting the door gently behind him. ‘’......’’ ‘’Do I look naïve?’’ Turning around, I let out a scoff and picked up my shirt to fold into the suitcase. ‘’No one needs to tell me that.’’ *Ba-thump* *Ba-thump* ‘’Stupid heart....’’ I mutter, feeling my ears warm at the racing sound of my heart.

I said quietly, keeping my voice steady even though my heart was hammering. He glanced at me, his eyes lingering longer than necessary, like he was deciding whether to push or drop it. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of probing into my pain. I wouldn’t let him see how shaken I still felt. I stared out the window again, hoping the passing city would give me some kind of distraction.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

“You’re tense, guarded. Like you’re hiding something.” My heart slammed against my ribs. Don’t let him see. Don’t let him know. “I’m just… not used to surprises,” I said quickly, forcing a smile. “Especially not ones that show up in the middle of my track.”