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No more hiding. *****************************************

SHAYLA'S P.O.V I did not wear any heavy emotion well. I have always had this habit of dressing up the darkest of my emotions in tight, costly fabrics ; too much of eyeliner and the boldest strokes of lipstick, and high heels. I tried to shove all of such feelings deep down, hoping they would go away. But the dark, heavy emotions always left a trail, and it lingered there. They burned into my memories. The feeling was always undeniably there, swirling beneath the surface, threatening to burst out at the softest of words & gestures.

So, I reckoned my courage and pushed all thoughts to the back of mind to be revisited later, before slowly tilting up my head and levelled my head upright until I was gazing into his eyes, my hazel ones beaming with delight as he watched me intently. Then, he grabbed my hand and stepped closer to me, his face void of any emotions. He knows just how to hide his feelings. But, I want to be able to unravel them. I hate that I can't read him whilst I was an open book to him, to be seen and mastered. The warmth from his hand slowly seeped into mine creating a cold chill against my skin. He hummed, poking my nose in a dismissive gesture and I cried defensively.

she huffs, folding her arms across her chest indignantly. I chuckle, shaking my head and crossing my own arms to mirror her stance. “I know. That’s what I love about you.” Her eyebrows shoot up. “Love?” “Yeah.” I watch her expression soften, my words settling over her. She uncrosses her arms, tucking her hair behind her ears and looking down at her feet, eyelashes fluttering. “Just that?” She’s so fucking cute when she gets all shy. Quinn’s one of the boldest girls I know, but as soon as you try to discuss feelings and emotions, she’s suddenly bashful.

" I can't be bubbly all the time. I have to have a switch that turns down my bubbliness. if you're that worried then I'll put you out of your misery I'm fine I'm just processing my feelings ." "You don't have to do it alone all of the new look and everything else but you and your look don't have to come with you cutting off everyone and not speaking to the people that care about you the most I know you going through something, you don't want to talk to me or anybody else and I'm not the type of guy to give up and I do things with intent. " "That's why I hide you because you don't cut corners and you do your job thoroughly. "

"You know, Mirae, I won't deny that to you." "I am right, right?" I nodded slowly. I want to cry because honestly, I hide this feeling. I really don't want to entertain what I'm feeling because I don't want to end up with nothing. It will only hurt me and I don't want to feel what I felt before. Mirae released her hold and hugged me. "I know that you don't like what is happening and there is fear in your heart. But, Nishane, I also know that it's hard to hide. That's hard to fight."

I asked, faking annoyance while feeling my curiosity about what she was trying to hide swell a little more. She growled, stomping a foot against the floor like a grumpy kid who wasn’t getting their way with their parents. “Ugh. You’re such an ass. God. OK. Fine. If I kiss you on the cheek. Will you return it?” I acted as if I was thinking. “Nah. Whatever you’re hiding seems too important. There is definitely something embarrassing that you don’t want me to see. Try harder.” She took a deep breath and looked around, as if she would find the answer somewhere there. Before her gaze came back to me.

I knew it was needed and necessary. Harrison has a problem with hiding his feelings. He is always like an open book, easy to read and accessible to others. Revealing myself to him out of pity would only jupatize my chances and set me up for failure. I looked at him and we exchanged glances for a few seconds before he looked away. In those few seconds, I could see hesitation and confusion in his eyes.

It didn’t take long for me to finish getting dressed, but when I emerged, I saw a slight look of disappointment in Dominic’s expression. “You seem different this morning.” I tilted my head to the side. “What do you mean?” His brows pulled together, and the corners of his mouth dipped down. “Normally, you don’t let any emotion show on your face, which makes it difficult to know what is on your mind.” “From now on, I won’t hide anything from you. Just don’t be surprised if I am different around other people.” His face relaxed. Stepping toward him, I grabbed his tie, which was slightly crooked, to straighten it. “I am okay with that.”

he said finally. “That’s not the same as telling me everything.” “What do you think I’m hiding?” I hesitated. Because the truth was— I didn’t know. Not exactly. But I felt it. That gap. That missing piece. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But I can feel it.” His eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger—but in focus. “Feeling something doesn’t make it real.” “No,” I said. “But it doesn’t make it wrong either.” Another silence.