Novel & Cerita What This Feeling

I know that it's wrong. I'm putting my heart at stake but I can't stop myself either. My heart kept beating so fast and I can't understand why my stomach felt like it's twitching because of an unknown feeling inside me that I refuse to name not because I don't know what to call it but because I hate feeling it. It gives me an unexplainable pleasure and happy feeling which I know for a fact can turn into pain and sadness in just a swift. That's why I don't want it.

I wish I was like that, but I wasn't. I closed my eyes for one long moment in high hopes of looking back into the windows of his love. I don't feel shit. Actually, I feel one shit. Pain? Agony? Anguish? Hurt? Jesus Christ, how many fucking synonyms of this excruciating feeling exist in the fucking dictionary. Different spelling, same fucking feeling.

But I quickly regret it when I do. “Mykhol-” I feel my heart beating in my chest. Mykhol is staring so profoundly at me. I’m forgetting to breathe. Run. The thought jolts through my head. I need to run. Get away right now. But even as I think about it and feel my legs tighten as if ready, I can’t stir. I pull between fear and confusion. Something else is coming up. There is a new feeling. What is this feeling? I don’t understand. But I can feel it climb from my stomach to sit on my heart. It makes me not want to move.

I watched his face—his eyes were shut tight, his jaw clenched in a mix of pain and effort. I kept going. I wasn't even wet like I should be. Until… I felt something. It was like something shifted. I felt a strange warmth spreading from my chest, down through my body. It was a weird, buzzing energy. I felt like… like I was glowing, like I was pouring something out of myself and into him. I didn't know how to explain it, but it was a heavy, powerful feeling—something I had never felt before. Something I cannot explain.

My very being lost its sense. The feeling of ecstasy that was bestowed upon me is remarkable. The dedication of us for each other is clear. I closed my eyes and let myself lose in that holy euphoria… *** Finally having a feeling of eminent solace filled me. I rested my chin on the hard chest of my husband as he continued to move his hand gently from my shoulder to my back then back again to my shoulder. A feeling of intense affection and rapture is rushing in my veins. The freedom from every turmoil is giving me a sensation of sweet serenity. The state of content I am in is unexplainable.

Lately, I've been feeling something so often. It's a warm feeling that strikes right at my heart and flows through every part of me. It's so overwhelming that sometimes it brings tears to my eyes. It doesn't come and go like with Deimos. It stays and continues to daylight.

I slowly took steps to grab the clothes, when my hands grasp around his, causing me to feel this tingling sensation around my abdomen, I immediately refrain and apologize to him, leaving his presence. Writer Andrew stood there, unfazed by what happened. He couldn't also deny that he felt something after Maxwell's hands had grasped his. His hands were still in the same position, stretched staring at nothing but trying to contain the number of emotions he felt right now. On the other hand, Maxwell kicked himself up into the room where Andrew had shown him earlier to change. He couldn't breathe normally as his breathing hitched. He held his chest as he wondered why it was beating faster than us

I don't know if it can be called passion, but if it isn't, then what is it? I don't understand why I'm feeling this, why I feel like a strong magnetic force that is pulling me to him. I don't understand why I feel like burning while his eyes are on me. The feeling is unfamiliar but strangely pleasant in some way. It was like the feeling when a blind man sees sunlight for the first time.

“I didn’t ask what I was doing, I asked what you are feeling” “I feel a warming sensation that builds up until it burns, but the burning is pleasant” “Perfect. Now bear with me. Listen closely. What do you feel?” “Nothing” “You are not listening, so you are not feeling. You heard the fire’s calling, so you felt the warmth. Listen.” “I feel… ticklish. Just the tip of my fingers, but I feel it. It’s like the feeling you get when your head doesn’t realize you are drunk, but your body does.”

"Does she hate me for what I've done to her? It's the reason why you are here?" I felt something poke my heart, and it was not the virus but an odd feeling when you feel sad. What is this feeling? It's not anger nor hatred but...sympathy? No! I can't feel sorry for the woman who ruined not only my life but for others. She needs to go, and everything will be better without her around.