Novel & Cerita Masked Feelings

I felt like they could see past my stone mask, and it felt refreshing to be seen, even in small doses. “There is the birthday girl!” Beta Miles smiled, offering me a side hug. He always gave me the best hugs. I always felt recharged when he was around. That was rare in my world. But I couldn't afford to break character in front of so many, and I was always relieved that Miles understood that. I knew I would get a proper hug once everything calmed down for the night. Miles always seemed to understand the mask I wore. He was my favourite person, but I knew it would be only a matter of time before Hilary turned him against me. She thrived on isolating me. “Hey, Miles.” I greeted back. I was min

I walked into the cab I had called. At least twenty missed calls from Delvin, I switched off my phone not bothering to return any of his call. Without any warning my body gave into the pain and sadness as I started to weep. Before this moment I had not known that our muscles take part in our grieving process, I had not known that a person can cry to the extent that their insides feel sore, to the extent that their head feels heavy and their vision gets blurry.

Every time it feels like dying all over again. Tears slip down my cheeks. I close my eyes, waiting for it. Instead, after a long silence, I feel a hand brush my skin. Not harsh, not punishing, but soft. My eyes fly open, and Festar is staring down at me with an expression I cannot comprehend. His thumb moves slowly across my cheek, wiping away my tears. His eyes glisten, heavy with something I do not expect—sadness.

The people who were supposed to care for me-the ones I called my family, my pack-had stripped me of any belief in kindness. Each interaction at the dinner felt like sandpaper on my already raw emotions. My mask of composure grew heavier with every empty condolence, every insincere smile. I could feel their eyes on me when they thought I wasn't looking, the subtle glances of pity, the whispers that followed me like shadows. By the end of the night, I wasn't even sure if I was still standing or if I had turned into a ghost, floating aimlessly through a crowd that barely acknowledged me. Their words, their gestures-they were all hollow echoes, reminders that I was utterly alone in my grief.

Feeling their soft touch on my skin sent sensations trilling through me. "Tell me," he coaxed softly. "I'm just—I don't know what I'm feeling..." I stammered weakly. A teardrop slipped free and escaped the borders of my mask. Masquerade touched the tear, his glove gently absorbing it. His fingers lightly caressed my cheek. Catching my breath, I reached up and caught his wrist. My hold wasn't tight, but my chest was. "What do you mean—by giving them a chance?" I asked, barely able to squeeze the words past the lump in the back of my throat. My voice was cracked, my breath unsteady.

They are in denial if they think otherwise, or perhaps in their mental weakness, they cannot accept other people or even themselves for what they are. My hands grasped my hair pulling them down, nausea swirled unrestrainedly in my empty stomach. My head swam with half-formed regrets. My heartfelt as if my blood had become tar as it struggled to keep a steady beat. My melancholy mood hung over me like a black cloud, raining my personal sorrow down on me as I cried and cried until I hear someone opening the big door at the corner, with tears strained face I raised my head to see a shadow walking towards me.

He said then suddenly become sad. "I miss you, love," he shouted. Their comrades looked at him so dead maliciously that he just smiled and left. It's embarrassing what happened but what do they care about him. Is it wrong to express feelings, huh? Is it wrong? If you are asked is it wrong? A/Any comments? Huh? How's this chapter?

His lips weren't in their usual stern and grim line. Napayuko ako at nilamukos ang dulo ng uniform niya. I bit my lower lip to suppress anything that's coming. Because I know what’s coming. My eyes were sore and red, I would cry. Naramdaman ko ang panunubig ng mga mata. Alam kong anong pigil ang gawin ko ay babagsak na ang mga luha ko sa bigat ng nararamdaman ko. I don't have a time for this. I don't have a time being this gloomy. Everyone else were moving forward in their lives and I am being left behind. Everyone's trying their best so I should try my best to feel okay!

I felt powerless, and the masks I was showing everyone seemed to be crumbling in a way I hadn't expected. I raised my left hand and looked at my trembling finger. Without thinking, I made a fist and slammed it hard on the sink. Once, twice. After the fifth time, I lost count as my hand began to ache with a sharp pain, something I could almost feel radiating up to my elbow. Looking in the mirror, tears were falling again, uncontrollably, and I had a helpless expression I could no longer hide. I used to be a very happy person, but now, when I'm alone, I can't help but feel lonely, sad, or angry.

I'm sorry," Maya choked out, her voice sounding muffled and choked with sorrow. The apology lingered in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken secrets and hidden anguish. Just as soon as Maya finished speaking, there was a soft knock on the door. Slightly startled, she quickly wiped away her tears, gesturing to Rose to do the same. They hastily straightened their postures and put on forced smiles, hoping the person behind the door wouldn't notice the traces of their now red faces.