Who Feels It Knows Novels & Stories

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.

Chapter Fifteen IVARA The thing in front of me shouldn’t have been able to speak. And yet—it did. --- The One Who Knows “Come.” The word echoed again, quieter this time—but heavier. Not just sound. Pressure. Like it pressed against my thoughts, trying to bend them. --- “I’m not going anywhere,” I said, forcing my voice steady. --- It didn’t react immediately. Didn’t rush. Didn’t attack. --- It observed. --- “You already have,” it replied.

“She’s going to know that. She’s going to feel it. Every day.” A gentle flutter answers me, low and soft. She hears me. She knows.

His last sentence trailed off. So, that was intense. I wasn’t sure if I liked the fact that he could “sense” all that. What exactly did that mean? I mean, I could pick up on people’s emotions and feel them, but he made it seem deeper than that like he knew my thoughts or something. Him knowing that I was drawn to him also irritated me. How can I play hard to get if he knows I want him? I guess it was kind of too late for that anyways. It was great to feel wanted back and in such a strong way, but what he was saying was a little too strong for me.

I know this is not easy but I never thought it would be this hard. Damn. I knew it. I fucking knew it! I feel like I’m slapped by cold ice. It’s shameful. He knows. He knows what I’m trying to do but he didn’t make it clear. For sure he doesn’t know the purpose of it all. He just knew that I’m trying to hold him on the neck so I can do whatever that I want, right? Or does he know all along?

Statement not question. "No," I said. "Do you feel it? The wolf?" I thought about how to answer accurately. "I feel something. Since the birthday. It's been getting stronger." I held his gaze. "I don't know if it's the wolf specifically. It's more like an awareness underneath everything else."

Not by logic or memory or any rational process. Just… knows. Knows he’s not safe. Knows he’s not human. Not entirely. Knows he’s here for me.

E. I sat very still at the narrow desk with the note in both hands and the crow still on the windowsill behind me, and I felt something move through my chest that I did not immediately have a name for. Not comfort, exactly. Not relief. Something older than both of those things. The particular feeling of understanding that you have not been as alone as you believed, that someone with more information than you has been quietly, persistently paying attention, and that they have chosen now, of all the available moments, to make themselves known. Before I get there.

“You weren’t there.” My chest tightened. “I know that now.” “No,” she said. “You understand it.” A pause. “But you don’t know it yet.” I frowned slightly. “What’s the difference?” She stepped closer. Not too close. Just enough. “To understand something,” she said, “is to see it.” Her voice softened slightly. “To know it… is to feel what it did.” The words settled deep. Uncomfortable. Unavoidable. “I’m trying,” I said. “I can see that.”

Writer " You light up my world," Andrew heard that particular voice he has somewhat become familiar with in this dark place say to him. He couldn't understand why that sentence felt so familiar to him. He had been in this dark place for far too long, and every time he heard them speak with him, this person's voice, in particular, made him happy and sad at the same time.