Novel & Cerita Nothing You Do Goes Unnoticed

She needed to know exactly what to do and how to do it. As she walked along the street, completely lost in her thoughts, she was oblivious of the fact that she had left the pedestrian path and was now walking on the road. She heard the horning of vehicles and people's shouts faintly. She was too deep in her thoughts to realize that those noises were reality. Before she could completely come back to reality she was hit by a car, which knocked her unconscious and bleeding from her head.

What the hell am I doing In a stranger's bed? I said silently to myself, I lift the duvet up again and NOPE! I wasn't dreaming, we were completely naked. This can't be good I have sex with a stranger, my sister is gonna kill me for not coming home. I can't seems to remember anything from lastnight. I slowly pulled his hands off me. I scooped up my clothes and rushed in the bathroom that was adjoining to the room. I freshen up myself and put on my clothes then walked back out seeing the stranger up and smirking at me. "You're up wild lady?" He said smirking

I go completely still. Not master

He begins to fade. To disappear. Like he was never really there. But before he does “One more thing,” he says. I wait. “Do not underestimate them.” “You already made that mistake once.” That’s a reminder I don’t need but won’t forget. “Next time,” I say quietly, “I won’t.” Silence. He’s gone. Completely. The room feels empty without him. But not quiet. Not really. Now my mind is moving. Fast. Sharp. Focused.

No notifications trying to pull me back into anyone else’s orbit. Relief hit first, warm and immediate. Good. No expectations. No one waiting for me to respond. No silent disappointment disguised as Just checking in. Then, because my brain enjoys chaos, disappointment followed. It wasn’t sharp or dramatic. Just a small, annoying flicker. The kind that made me roll my eyes at myself. What exactly were you hoping for? I didn’t know. I never did. I sighed and shoved the phone back into my pocket, already exhausted by the mental gymnastics required to interpret my own emotions.

Since I first heard that song, my soul screamed to dance it with the one person who made me feel like this. —When you're so in love (oh, when you're so in love) And your souls touch (oh!) But it's still not enough Where does it go? (Whoa, hey) Where does it go? Nobody knows (hey, nobody) Where the love goes —And that was Nobody Knows. So why not end with a kiss? After all, not everything can be perfect, not everything can have a happy ending. And that's exactly what the damn, stupid phone wanted to interrupt, making us pull apart.

Like emotional gravity had doubled between them. Outside, the street was quiet. Too quiet. Even distant sounds felt muffled. Lena looked around. “This doesn’t feel like before,” she said softly. Zayden scanned the environment instinctively. “No cameras flashing. No crowd.” A pause. “That’s wrong.” Lena frowned. “Why?” Zayden’s jaw tightened. “Because I was seen everywhere I went.” He took a step forward. Nothing happened. No attention. No recognition. Lena noticed too. “…it’s like the world isn’t registering you anymore,” she said slowly.

It wasn't a planned thing, it just happened. At lunch time, he sat at his table with his friends. With his earpiece fixed in one ear and his eyes on his phone screen, watching the new Batman Unlimited cartoon, he made sure that while he was watching green arrow make jokes batman wouldn't laugh at while they fought monsters, he could also hear his friends talking if they spoke to him. It didn't look like that would happen though. Tate was talking to a girl beside him with his arm around her, David was looking around joblessly and George focused on the game he was playing on his phone. David nudged George, getting his attention and leading him to look at Lacey who was listening to her friends

❄️ “Where to?” “Nowhere important,” Alex said. “Just… somewhere ordinary.” Brian smiled. ❄️ “Those are my favorite places.” As Alex stepped outside, the city met him without expectation. People moved through their routines. A notice board had been updated again—clearer language, fewer exceptions. Someone had done that. Not Alex. And that was the point. What remained unsaid carried more weight than any declaration ever had. The understanding lived in habits, not headlines. In pauses, not proclamations.

“I just don’t understand why this is happening.” There’s genuine confusion in her voice. Not fishing for compliments. Not pretending. Actual confusion. And suddenly I understand something. She really doesn’t see herself the way other people do. “I’ve never been this girl before,” she continues quietly. “Guys don’t fight over me. People don’t talk about me. Nobody even noticed me before this.” I shake my head. “That’s because people are idiots.” She looks up. I shrug. “They notice the loudest person in the room first. Doesn’t mean they’re noticing the right person.”