A Heart's A Heavy Burden Meaning Novels & Stories

"You're going to be sold off to the highest bidder, along with the burden you carry." My heart sank, a heavy stone dragging me deeper into the abyss of despair. The pack leader's words left no room for hope, no glimmer of reprieve. I was to be nothing more than a commodity, a means to an end for those who saw me as nothing more than a vessel for profit.

There was a long pause, and then she added, “She’s useless to me. She’s only making things harder.” My heart sank. I had always known she didn’t love me, but hearing her say those words hurt in a way I couldn’t describe. I curled up under my thin blanket, trying to block out her voice, but the words kept echoing in my head. “Useless.” “A burden.” I’d heard those words before, but hearing her say them so clearly felt like a knife to my heart.

Moving without pause. We walked half a block before she spoke. "I've been worried about this. About the weight of my story on you and Daniel." "You shouldn't worry. We're fine." "But you're not. You just said you feel like you're carrying something." "Not your trauma. Your legacy. There's a difference." "Legacy is another word for burden if you don't choose it." I stopped. She stopped with me. The street lamp overhead catching the grey that had appeared in her hair in the last few years. She hadn't done anything about it. Said it had been earned.

I understand now why it's a part of the worlds seven deadly sins. I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling, wondering when all of this would be over. I know he needs time to himself, just like me - to think things through. I'll wait patiently until that time comes. Hopefully, sooner rather than later. Because I don't know how much more of this can my poor heart take. There's this unpleasant feeling in your chest, a heavy burden that just wouldn't go away. Even if you try and pretend at the end of the day that unpleasant feeling is still there, lingering away inside of you.

We exchanged few words as we pressed on, the weight of our burdens heavy upon our shoulders. Fatigue weighed heavily upon me, dragging at my limbs and clouding my thoughts with exhaustion. There were moments when I could barely lift one foot in front of the other, when every breath felt like a struggle against the relentless pull of weariness. Yet, despite the overwhelming urge to surrender to the call of sleep, I pressed on, fueled by the promise of salvation that awaited us at the end of our journey.

Nick replied and at that moment, I feel my heart stop beating as I look at him sadly. "W-What do you mean?" I boldly asked even though I don't want to hear what he had to say next, I don't want to hear him say that he couldn't help me carry the heavy burdens that I was carrying. I know it's too much to ask from him because he also has burdens that he's carrying.

RAINI POV Never thought my heart could beat this way. How am I to describe it, Heavy or Dark? Whatever I was feeling at that moment, all I cared about was the fact that my heart felt like a heavy load—An extraordinary baggage I couldn't wait to get rid of. The truth was she made it lighter, all through this while Bianca made it better. Still I couldn't help it- Call fear a vagabond, at that moment I was enslaved to its darkness as it was all I could see standing right there close to my fear.

She says to me before she turns and walks out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Slumping on my bed, I break down in tears. My heart feels heavy like it's carrying a load. Of course, it is. The burden on it is enough to make it this heavy. Even if I want to look for a way to stop her, there's nothing I can do about it, than just give up trying. Maybe this is my fate. Maybe I was destined to spend the rest of my life with someone I have no feelings for.

What pain was she trying to hide. Seeing that look on her face made my heart strike for some reason and the fact that I couldn't do anything about it, bruised me the more. The pain of the heart isn't something that can be cured with physical power but I believe that when it flows freely from the heart of the one who is hurt to a loved and trusted person, then the burden will be easy to bear. "Is something troubling you, Tania? You seem to hold back a lot of things," I say to her, drawing close to her.