Mixed Feelings Novels & Stories

She looked hurt and baffled. I wanted to open my mouth to explain. “Idle gossip,” I whispered softly. She nodded. I grappled with an emotion that was convoluted, but becoming more familiar by the day. Feeling sorry for her and myself at the same time. Wishing we could both be happy, but knowing we never could be at the same time. I smiled at Maya, cleared my throat, and walked briskly into the break room. “That’s enough,” I said coldly.

I blush, feeling all over the place. “What are you talking about?” He furrows his eyebrows. “I don’t know” I sigh, knowing what’s making me feel like this. Always coming at the worst times. Well that explains the nausea and jumbled emotions all day. “Lovely”

He nodded. "I'm n-not s-sure if I d-deserve t-this." I continued with a sniffle, eyes stinging with fresh tears. Why am I getting so emotional? This is why I don't let people in. I'm not use to it. I'm not use to the emotions and mixed feelings that comes with it. I don't know anything about this. I wouldn't know what to do with it. "U-Use to b-bad. G-Good f-feels w-weird good. I-I'm not g-good e-enough for g-good. C-Confused."

“Oh, so I can if you’re not working anymore?” “Would you like another coffee?” Gosh, it really sounded silly but I really have to say something for me not to feel very awkward already. “I only want you.” ---- My whole day was terrible. Terrible in a way that I am fighting between two emotions. My heart was happy and all giddy but I know at the back of my mind, I couldn’t simply just enjoy and savor the moment because I still have a lot of concerns.

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.

It almost sounds peaceful. My hand moves to my stomach again. The touch feels different now. It’s not anger I feel anymore, not exactly. More like confusion. Fear. A little bit of shame. And beneath it all, something else…something I can’t name. I whisper into the quiet, “What am I supposed to do with you?” The tent flaps rustle with the wind. I imagine the world outside, still spinning, still burning, while I sit here stuck between hate and helplessness.

She wished she had been more attentive to her daughter and had listened to her explanation. Suddenly she froze in shock when she saw the figure who had just called her. Her body trembled with excitement as she didn't know how to feel. Should she be happy or sad? She didn't know as she was having rather mixed feelings at the moment and it was hard for her to control her emotions.

To say that I am shocked to my core would be the understatement of the year. In fact, I do not think that there is a word in the English Language that captures how I feel exactly. Perhaps if I spoke French or Chinese or any one of the more expressive languages, I would find a word that perfectly explains this feeling. It is a deadly combination of excitement and dread. It feels as though I desperately want this to go on while but also desperately want it to end.

I stood there, feeling an increasing sense of unease and sadness, a realisation dawning on me that the situation was far from ideal. The truth was that, despite the complexities of the evening, I wasn't feeling happy. The unexpected turn of events, the mixed emotions within our family, and Blaire's reaction had left me in a state of turmoil. I couldn't ignore the heaviness in my heart, a sense of unrest that threatened to consume me.

Whenever he looked at me warmly with his talking-like eye, my body felt like fire. My heart was beating weakly, and my whole body felt uncomfortable like being exposed without clothes in front of him. On the one hand, I was embarrassed, and on the other hand. I was uncomfortable with it, and then afterward, I felt angry. I had mixed feelings, and it made me extremely tired.