Ahs Tear You Apart Novels & Stories

We walked in the same direction But this place is our last We used to talk about 'forever' But we're breaking each other down I thought we had the same dream But that dream became just a dream My heart is ripping, just set it on fire So the pain and the feelings won't remain You're my tear You're my you're my tear — BTS, Outro: Tear It hurt because it mattered. — John Green Autumn I took a hold of myself to ask one single thing that mattered, "Why?"

Lucien was on his feet in an instant, positioning himself between Mae and the rippling dark, his arms spread slightly, defensive. “Kaine,” Ashar said sharply, his sword already drawn, “get the babies out of here.” But it was already too late. The ripple turned to rupture. Reality split. It didn’t tear like fabric. It peeled, slow and deliberate, like a wound opening in the skin of the world. Blackness poured through, not like smoke, not like mist, but like hunger given shape.

Aria pov Tears streamed down my cheeks like a relentless waterfall, each drop a testament to the anguish ripping through my soul. I watched in horror as Xavier and Asher were dragged away, their feet scraping against the cold stone floor as alpha Tristan's guards hauled them towards the dungeon. My heart was shattering into a million pieces, each shard piercing my skin like a thousand knives.

I added, acting like I was surprised. “There is a difference between the pain you receive from dying and being in pain due to splitting up,” he reasoned out. “I didn’t know if I was going to get well or I’d be dead in a couple of months, Ayesha.” He tried to grab my hand but I managed to distance myself. “The only thing I could think of at that time was to break up with you so you won’t need to suffer with me.” I shook my head, not wanting to accept his reasons. I still find it hard to believe or rather, why didn’t he believe in me?

CASSANDRA The horrible sight before my eyes was the worst nightmare I’d ever seen, yet no matter how hard I pinched myself, it wasn’t going away. As the fire covered Asher’s body, his skin began to peel down. Soon, the black burnt skin became ashes, and then the ashes disappeared entirely and blew down the corridor. “No!” I screamed out of anger and sorrow. “No, no, no!” My lungs ached as I cried out, but I couldn’t stop. Tears spilled down my face like a river, and my vision started to break out with spots as I shook.

She unlocked the door and pulled it open. "Get out of here or my screaming would start this instant." Her mother turned her head up and waltzed out of the apartment. Not bothering to close the door again, Ayesha marched over to the table and ripped the paper she had flung on its surface aside. She heard the door close while she went to the trash to pour the shredded paper. "Ayesha, are you alright?" "Yeah. I am fine." She whispered, the tears already falling from her eyes. "You're bleeding."

[Asher] It felt like something was tearing out my heart and ripping it clean in two, like invisible hands had reached into my chest and decided to pull everything apart without mercy. My chest ached constantly, a deep, ugly pain that refused to fade. My hand curled into a tight fist at my side, nails biting into my palm as the stupid thing I had said just a few hours ago replayed in my head, again and again—with relentless force. What the hell was wrong with me?

"Tristan, can you give me another chance? I made a mistake. I really did! "I really don't want to lose you because of that jerk. If you give me another chance, I promise I'll make it up to you in the future." I sighed and looked at her. "There are some things that can never return to the way they were. If a simple apology could solve the problem, there wouldn't be so many tragedies in the world." I closed the door without hesitation. No matter how much Callista banged on it, I did not open it again. After half an hour, the sound of Callista's voice outside finally died down, and I received a message from her, saying, "I'll make it up to you for what happened with Jeffrey!"

Through the rearview mirror, her figure grew smaller and smaller. At first, she hurried away in quick little steps. Then she broke into a run, her high heels striking the pavement faster and faster. Only then did my composure finally shatter. Covering my face, I let the tears spill through my fingers. The direction Delilah was running was the exact opposite of the road that led home. The path that was supposed to lead us to happiness had ultimately fallen apart because of betrayal.

"You know who the killer is?" I didn’t answer. I only looked out the window at the rapidly passing scenery and said softly, "He’s already suffered enough."