Novel & Cerita Unfeeling

I don’t know what to do anymore. Your Love Your Love Your Love Your Love Your love is like the river That flows down through my veins I feel the chill inside Before he could finish his song, I left my seat. I went to the resort terrace. I'm the only one here. I want to think first. I want to know the reason at first. I want to find out what caused this feeling. Yes, I admit. I already have feelings for Gio but I don’t know how to say it. I do not know what the outcome will be when I confess. I was afraid he would disappear. I was afraid that my friends stay away and would leave me. It is not my fault that my feelings grew. At first, he was nothing for me. He was just a classmate and a friend

Have I gone mad that I can't feel empathy anymore? I don't feel any ounce of pity or remorse. In fact, I don't feel anything. Not even satisfaction. That numb sensation you get when you wake up in the morning and do your routine before anything else because it's become too usual that nothing about it is special...yes, that's how I feel.

For no one can defeat me. I stand here, staring into the sky. Hours pass by, yet I do not notice. The sun is rising and the creatures awaken. 'Ahh today shall be a good day'. I have been this way for many a year. Unfeeling. Cold. Numb. I cannot even remember the last time I was truly happy. The last time I felt a real emotion. I don't miss it though. What is there to miss? Emotions only make you weak and cloud your judgement, preventing you from doing what should be done. I am unlike everyone else. I have no feelings, I calculate everything based on it's usefulness. Once it has outlived that period however, I dispose of it. I do not become attached. I do not l

"What do you mean by 'you cannot feel?" "There are things I cannot share with you, but this I will tell you. I am only capable of feeling two emotions: pain and pleasure. I cannot love you, not because I don't want to, but because I don't know how to. I can't. So most of the times I like to feel this two little emotions as much as I can, just to remind me that I am still a living being"

FEAR. A strong, uncontrollable and unpleasant emotion caused by actual or perceived danger or threat. This was all Dylan Blake could feel as he opens his eyes while expecting an excruciating pain from his chest area, in particular, his heart. He was naturally born with a weak heart but the accident he was in a week ago proved that the fact that he was alive was a miracle to him. As his eyes closed, having been on life support machine for days while waiting for a donor, all he could think of was dying in the hand of his lover but who was he kidding. She wasn’t present next to him at that moment, she wasn’t even in existence anymore. The accident had taken her life and left him in solitude and

I interrupted. "But you thought why not play with this guy's feelings and make him miserable. It's not like he can do anything because he’s weak and blind. He will cry in silence but who cares, right?" I chuckled bitterly. Thanks to my overdramatic ass but being homeschooled didn’t help me in coping up with emotions. I never had interactions in my life so being in a situation that wasn’t according to my mood made me overwhelmed with emotions.

Reality Set In In the days that followed, I grappled with an overwhelming sense of being unwanted and unloved. Each moment transformed into a struggle, as I fought to keep my emotions at bay. Beneath the surface, bitterness and anger simmered, threatening to engulf me. I carried deep-seated resentment towards those who entered my life after my parents' passing, their presence a constant reminder of my loss.

He could have easily ignored it all, and the house and the island would have taken it, sold it, and used the money for his mother’s funeral and done whatever else they wanted to do with the rest of the money. Connor had been hit with a series of unfortunate events over the last month. He found himself unemployed for the first time since he was sixteen. He found himself pretty much homeless and staying with different friends. He had found himself single for the first time in five years. The money he would get from selling the house would help him start a new life somewhere else. He didn’t plan on returning to Atlanta because there wasn’t anything left for him there now. Valentine Island wasn’

The weather had turned gloomy already, and it reminded her of a movie she had seen. It reminded her of the gory sights. It reminded her of life being sucked out of her favourite character's body.