You Can't Hide From Yourself Novels & Stories

Maybe it’s okay to just be. "I’ve been scared," I admit, the words coming out before I can stop them. "Scared of disappointing everyone. Scared of letting go of the life I’ve known. But I don’t want to keep hiding, not anymore." Xander leans forward, his hand brushing mine. His touch sends a shiverdown my spine, but it’s a good kind of shiver. It’s the kind of feeling that tells me I’m not alone. "You don’t have to hide anymore," he says softly. "Not with me, you don’t have to be anything other than yourself."

To which he nodded once, “You won’t feel like a star because you’ve spent most part of your existence trying to hide what you are, it’s kind of like having amnesia, you’ve forgotten who you truly are and therefore have no idea how to be a star,” “So how am I meant to remember if I’ve always spent my life hiding from the truth of what I am?” “I don’t really know how to get you to remember who you are, I guess all I can do is tell you what I know about who you are and hope that eventually, something will spark your memories,”

"I don't understand why I'm having these dreams more frequently. Plus, the hallucinations are getting out of hand now. I can't live like this anymore." "I think that all of this is happening because there are still secrets that you are hiding and denying. You can't escape your past Shyne, but you can learn to let go when you fully release those secrets that you've been hiding. You leave your old cage for a bigger one, but no matter how wide the space is, you're still in a cage. You need to be free from your own mind Shyne. Wait here. I'll get you a glass of water."

Lydia replied flatly. The silence pressed in. “I need to stay under the radar,” I said finally. “The stares are getting worse. The whispers are spreading faster than I can keep up with. I don’t know the rules well enough to defend myself.” “You cannot defend yourself,” she said immediately. “That is your first mistake.” Her bluntness stung. I suddenly felt like leaving, but I stayed. “Then what do I do?” “You disappear.” “I’m a dishwasher. How much more invisible can I get?”

A breathy moan escaped my lips at his praise. This moment was exactly when I realized that all these years, I’d held myself back. Hiding beneath the veil of comfort. Seeing the world through rose-colored glasses because I was told I’d be feared. I was restricted by outside forces. Forced to dull myself down to conform. But not any longer. I don’t want to wear the mask anymore. I don’t want to feel like I can’t be myself. I may have to restrict my magic, but I will never hide who I am again.

"All of that is an excuse. I was a jerk, an annoying ass, and I would never try to hurt you. I was angry that I could not take the pain away because I am incapable of doing anything right for you." I open my mouth to counter him, but he does not stop or wait for me to speak before he goes on. "I have only always known how to hide. I want to step out for you and be there for you so that no one is ever able to hurt you, but I am haunted by myself more, and I can't move no matter how hard I try, and I am just useless," he said, and his head dropped. I take a deep breath and lift his head with my finger until we are staring at each other, so deep it is almost as if we are searching for something

He hummed looking at front. "Your silence is creeping the hell out of me you know. Means silence is necessary for brain growth but growing it too much just increase your problem. Sometimes decision made by heart proves beneficial too." L"isten staying shut is not wrong but stay hidden is. And you are hiding from yourself .You are not what you show and I'm damn sure about that.....the way you smile but hide it in next second, the proud in your eyes when i win from you but you hide it also and move on without saying anything .This is all fake. You are faking yourself for what I don't know."

Make them realize the pain and joy, but do it with humility and a blank mind to welcome comfort. There's nothing wrong in hiding for the right reason and getting out to prove your worth. Just go and be audacious. Be a warrior of your own words. Control the voices, and don't let them control you. 

" 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. "

“Until I realized there’s no place in the world that can really hide me from who I am.” I took a deep breath. Her words echoed somewhere deep inside me. “Maybe what you need isn’t a place to hide,” I said quietly, “but a place to stop.” Amelia turned to me, her eyes searching for the meaning behind my words. “To stop running,” I continued. “To stop blaming yourself. To stop pretending to be strong all the time.” She lowered her gaze, clutching her cup a little tighter. “It sounds so easy when you say it.” I smiled faintly. “That’s because you’re hearing it from someone who’s tired of running too.”