Nothing You Do Goes Unnoticed Novels & Stories

Rule number two, do not let anyone know about you. Talking leads to attention. And I hate attention. Attention creates problems. I finish wrapping and stand, rolling my wrists once to test the tape. My body feels light, tuned, ready. Hunger is gone now, pushed aside by something sharper. The noise from the ring seeps through the walls, cheers rising, curses following, the dull sound of impact landing again and again. The thin guy from earlier appears in the doorway and jerks his chin. “You’re next.” I nod and sling my bag into the corner.

Name risk without dramatizing it. Quiet shifts. Unattributed. Invisible. This is how influence actually works. Not by being followed. By changing the field slightly so others move differently without noticing why. No one tells me this is happening. I infer it from tone. From pacing. From what gets left unsaid. That invisibility used to frustrate me. Now it feels appropriate. Credit would distort it. Still, there are moments of isolation. Moments when I want to say, Do you see what I’m holding back?

This is nothing. He is nothing…. just a man who got lucky once. That’s all. But deep down, something doesn’t agree…. something restless, something irritated, something dangerously close to slipping. The rest of the day passes in a blur of work, meetings, signatures, decisions. I function perfectly because I always do. No one notices anything. No one ever does. But by the time the clock finally hits closing hours, I’ve had enough. I don’t say goodbye. I don’t slow down.

What’s this thing you’re trying not to do? Don’t say it’s nothing. There’s someone else you’re trying not to be, right there behind your eyes. I see it. Look at me. Please.

He didn’t read the message I sent him even up to this day. I remember what he said before that he has a habit of ignoring group chats because it bothers him. What if he ignores me as well? What if he already read the message? That’s sucks so much if so. I focused on the hosting because I might lose my mood just because of him. I don’t want to ruin my day and Syrel’s as well. ~*~ “Thank everyone that participated in our 18 shots without any hesitations. By this point, is everyone now hungry?” I asked them and they yelled yes.

I frown. “ You’re the inly one I knew that doesn’t want to celebrate her birthday.” “ There’s a lot Zaine. For me, birthdays are boring, so why bother celebrate?” He just shrugged with my notation. I played a song on my phone and set it on shuffle. The moment the song started, one person immediately occupied my mind. Somewhere far, we never knew I will wait for you to come back And for us to be together Forever

“Do nothing.” I closed my eyes briefly. “That’s not a plan.” “It is,” she said calmly. “It’s just not one you control.” I did not respond right away. Doing nothing felt like surrender. Or worse, exposure. Every instinct I had was built around intervention, influence and adjustment. I had been trained to move pieces, not watch the board set itself on fire. “This wasn’t part of the plan,” I said finally. “I know.” “And letting it run could damage more than it reveals.”

I can’t wrap my head around that not being reality. “You’re still waiting for me to hurt you aren’t you? I can get the echo of what you’re thinking, and you are waiting for me to pounce on you. Is there something more than what I’m already doing that would make you more comfortable with the idea that that is not going to happen?”

The road was so silent that the sound of their doors steps could be distinctly heard. "Tap, tap, tap" It's somehow strange , it's true that this way is usually deserted but no chirping of birds or buzzing of insects, perhaps the effect of the Shockwave. "For how long have we been unconscious ?" "I don't know of myself but you have been unconscious for more than half an hour than me. And you can just see the time?" Right. Allen saw his wrist but finally noticed that his wristwatch was missing. My wristwatch? Allen looked to the wrists of others and saw that they have the wristwatch intact.

“But it kind of does make sense…” I stopped to turn to him, “Not you too.” “No, I didn’t mean it like that, but thinking about it, you have been stressed and all these events just keep happening. Maybe unconsciously you do things without realizing it and that is something that you have to consider.” Elliot said as he moved in front of me to stop me from walking. “Not only did you jump in the pool that night, but you were also drinking which I didn’t think you would ever do that, you almost ran into traffic yesterday when you had that talk with your dad, and who knows if you did something else without realizing it.”