Ahs Tear You Apart 소설 & 이야기

But it felt like it was tearing my heart apart. Alessio, I'm done waiting for you.

I needed the pain and pleasure that came from his hands. An animalistic sound ripped through Asher; one I hadn't heard before. He gathered me in his arms and stormed out of the bathroom, placing me on the bed before crawling on top of me. My fingers clawed at his clothing, tearing into the grey sweatpants he wore. My nails lengthened on their own as Maya spurred me on. The desperate lu*t burning in his eyes nearly brought me to my knees. I didn't know I could make someone want me this bad, but Asher did. His lips trailed over every inch of my skin, rough and demanding.

They say tears are silent prayers, unspoken words for God to listen to, but they don’t tell you that tears burn you when your wishes don’t come true. Azazel saw Athena sobbing; her tears affected him more than he accepted. He knelt next to her, taking her into a hug. The girl didn’t protest. She let him hug her. She sobbed and sobbed until there was no breath in her lungs, her lungs seared, and her chest tightened. The dress felt impossibly tight on her body.

He looked so happy and innocent. I reached towards the picture and rubbed it before I tore it off, proceeding to do the same to the others. Tears streamed down my eyes like a broken dam. Nothing made sense to me at the moment as I ripped those pictures off. I thought it would help me, but it didn't. My emotions felt like a raging storm, crashing on a lone boat in the sea, intent on sinking it. I thought tearing the pictures off would help me, but it didn't.

Ahsan suddenly stilled his movements, and his jaw clenched when he caught the shimmer of tears in Kate’s eyes. "You should have told me I was hurting you," he grumbled harshly, already withdrawing from her, but Kate slid her arms across his back and tried to urge him forward.

Teddy yelled, “My teacher told me that a mommy is someone who loves Daddy and makes him happy. Elise, Daddy smiles more when he’s with you. I want you to become my mommy!” Color drained from my face. Was this the son I once agonized over whether I should leave behind? Every time I had imagined what Teddy’s life would look like after the divorce, I would break down in tears, terrified that he’d suffer at the hands of others. However, my worries were all in my head. Accepting my reality, I approached Teddy and said curtly, “Fine. Since you want her to be your mommy, you’re no son of mine.” The crowd stared at me in disbelief, murmuring how cruel I was.

My once fervent hopes had faded into resignation. The anguish, struggle, and turmoil in between, were all too much to put into words. I could only record it through tears. Dad’s tears fell onto the paper, blurring the words of grievance. He could not utter a single sentence, only suppressed sobs. They finally knew they were wrong and were finally regretting it. But in this world, there was never a cure for regret. Kelvin stood motionless before my photograph for a long time. His eyes were bloodshot as he reached out, wanting to touch my image in the photo.

A faint smile appeared on Grandpa Ashford’s face, and he said, “Patience, my favourite grandson. A house built on the foundations of sand and deceit cannot withstand the tide. A contract can bind a name, but it cannot cage a soul forever. It won’t end tonight, or even tomorrow, but his indifference will erode her spirit. Once she has accumulated the harvest of disappointments, she will leave that loveless prison and never look back at the shattered ruins of that marriage.” After the Ashford family left, Mrs Cartwright went to her daughter’s bedroom. She knocked on the door, then Vivica said, “Come in.” When her mother saw her swollen, crimson-rimmed eyes, she felt a pang of sorrow in her hea

Tears — hot, silent, entirely without permission — tracked down her pale face, spilling over lips she hadn't realized were trembling. She wasn't supposed to feel anything close to this. She was a weapon. Weapons didn't bleed from somewhere as soft and unguarded as the heart. But standing across the room from Alex Voss — the man who'd used her as a shadow of someone else while quietly ruling an entire hidden kingdom underneath his own polished company — the sheer, total finality of the deception broke whatever dam had been holding the rest of her upright. The tears didn't stop. A heavy, wrenching sob tore loose from somewhere low in her throat as she stared at the stranger who, it turned out,

Alessia I rushed into my room in tears and locked the door. I leaned on the door and slumped hard on the cold floor with tears rolling down from my eyes. The tears that I have been holding poured down freely and I cried bitterly. My heart clenched in pain as the scene of Asher kissing Jessica replayed in my head. I want to stay strong and hide the tears but I can't hold it anymore. It broke my heart that he could forget about me so soon and return to Jessica.