Novel & Cerita Quotes Hiding Feelings

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.

"How do you do that? How do you look at someone every day and just… live with it? If he loved me the way he said he did, how was that possible?" Zoey moved closer. "Maybe," she said carefully, "he hid it because he was scared to lose you." Something happened in my chest. Small and involuntary and completely inconvenient. My heart did something it had no business doing at this particular moment in this particular conversation. I pushed it down.

“What?” “You’ve mentioned her about fifteen times in the last two minutes.” Sam rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish. “She’s… everything, Dad. She makes me feel like I’m not just this… billionaire’s son. When I’m with her, I feel real and seen. She challenges me, but she also… she makes me want to be better.” Richard tilted his head, studying him. “Do you love her?” “Yes.” The word came out without hesitation. “But she probably hates me now as Sam Hartman, at least. If she knew the truth—”

His eyes, a deep ocean of promises and secrets, locked onto mine, but I was trapped in a confusing maelstrom of feelings and unspoken truths. My palms were flat against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart as I pushed against it, a mix of frustration, hurt, and longing bubbling up within me. How could I even think about a relationship with him when I was hiding something so big; a secret that lay heavy on my tongue like an overripe fruit, ready to fall at any moment?

“ I wonder how he is feeling now. Since he said he loves and sees a future with you." “ Are you by my side or his? He shows me his future, by getting a soft kiss from his ex. That's enough. I don't want to recite another day about it. I have done enough. Loving and being loved. all fake. I thought I won't be able to live without him. Now look at me. I am doing chill.." she said taking out of veggies and in one breath. “ You know when people want to hide their real feelings inside? They talk faster."

I said, mimicking the tone with which he had jokingly threatened me earlier that day. He let out laughter as he pulled me in for yet another kiss. That second kiss had me wondering what exactly a relationship with him would be like. There would be just too many opportunities to recreate those sorts of memories. “I think I will never forget ever again…” That time around, he was the one who could not get enough of me. “It's hard letting you go, even though I try my best to conceal my emotions most times.” “What's with your hotshots and concealing your true emotions? What the heck do you stand to lose if you make your feelings known to a girl that you claim to love?” I asked with a slight tint

My heart felt like stop beating and fell into a void. What I was hiding had brought to light.

Without him, the room feels heavier, the silence louder. “No, no,” I lied without hesitation, my voice sounding far too casual. Another tiny notch added to my silent chart of half-truths and unspoken feelings. I hate that I have to lie about things I shouldn’t need to hide. We love each other—so why is there this unspoken rule to keep it in the shadows? What’s so wrong about wanting to see the person who makes my heart feel alive?

“You will hold it. Feel every second of it. This is what happens when you hide things from me.” Tears of overwhelming sensation pricked at the corners of my blindfolded eyes. I tried. God, I tried, clenching around the melting ice as hard as I could. The cold was so intense it made my toes curl and my thighs quiver uncontrollably. Every tiny shift sent fresh rivulets of icy water dripping out of me. “Please… I’m sorry… I’ll never hide anything again… let me release it, please!” Only when my begging turned into desperate, broken sobs did he finally allow it.

Aris folded his arms. “The best shadow whisperers were very emotional and passionate beings, but with the ability to not show their emotions,” Aris said and then smiled. “That will be hard to do due to the fact that not only are you expressive, but you are impulsive and confrontational, which makes for an imbalance.” “Do you intend for me to hide my feelings just because?” I asked teasingly.