Romans & histoires Bearing The Unbearable

"What do you carry with you?" Carla closed her eyes. For a moment, she thought of everything she had lived through over the past few months: nearly dying, the kidnapping, her destroyed hands, the pain that still throbbed in her joints, and the longing for a life that would never return. She took a deep breath, and when she spoke, her voice came out steady. "I carry the fear of not being enough. I carry the guilt of having been a burden. I carry the grief for the life I lost. I carry the anger I don't know where to put. And I carry the pain I don't know how to heal on my own."

I sat back on the cold floor, leaning against the icy wall, exhaling deeply. All the scars on my body erupted, and the pain caused cold sweat to pour down my face. April: Shift now. I can endure the pain for you. April: No. If one person can bear the pain, there's no need for two people to suffer. April: Stupid you. At least let me share the burden. Me: Don't worry, I can handle it. After saying that, I leaned against the wall and fell asleep. Today, I was just too exhausted.

It was a mother's pain, a pain that came from the depths of her soul. "They're badly injured," she mumbled, breaking into more sobs. "I couldn't even bear to look at them, and I don't know what to do." I tried to assure her, even though my own tears were threatening to spill over, but someone had to stay strong for the both of us

They tried to correct me, it replied, and this time there was a harsh edge in its voice, “but I was never meant to carry what they forced into me.” Aria drew in a slow breath, trying to steady herself as another question forced its way forward. And me? she asked. What am I meant to carry? The figure did not answer immediately, and that pause made the truth feel worse. You were built to endure it, it said at last. The words did not bring comfort, rather it made everything colder. Aria felt Kael shift slightly behind her, his presence steady and close, but she did not turn to him this time.

I ask him to remember, so he knows my answer. A frown of concentration is on his handsome face. He would be considered the typical golden boy next door if it weren’t for the plethora of colorful tattoos on his body. My Lock Bear is gorgeous to me. Lock is creative, artistic, a perfectionist, kind-hearted, jaded but still caring, and a sweetheart. He might have trauma stemming from childhood abuse but is thriving now have to survive all of that. He is strong, inside and out. “You said you Carson could go to hell for telling you what to do,” he reminds me.

The pain and weakness erupted all at once as she felt her airways blocked from too much pressure of gasping for air while panting out trembling breaths, not knowing how to balance between inhaling and exhaling as she felt her consciousness fading from her drained and injured state. And in the midst of her consciousness leaving her body, the giant black bear outside the rows of protruding rocks could only roar to the skies to vent its anger as it tried to punch and pull open the two protruding rocks in front of it, as if trying to open up the narrow path that could not even fit a digit of its paw.

'find, but we need to stop this pain, we need to make it stop,' 'how can we, the entire place is locked, there is no escape,' 'Just let me shift, let me take all the pain,' I shake my head, I caused it, I should bear the pain, I shouldn’t dragged Sky into it. The tears in my eyes didn’t stop, so what Brake was doing didn’t stop, he was a monster. “I will make you pay…” I growled as my body was numb with pain.

Unbearable, incomprehensible pain. I screamed until my voice shattered. Begged until my throat bled. They took their time. Laughed at me as I sobbed, mocked me as I convulsed. As my body broke beneath them. And even then, they still held its broken pieces down. The very first of many. Oh, so many. And through those unexplainably, unbearable agony, a single word scraped its way through my mind: Why? Why? Why? Why? I never hurt anyone. Never caused trouble. All I ever did was curl in on myself, smaller and smaller, hoping to be overlooked.

“Besides, I don’t feel any movement at all anymore. Well, that is, there is almost no rollback. - Thanks. - Andrey answered for the Bear, tightly squeezing his boyfriend's hand. A touching picture, our big and brutal Bear, and next to him is a fragile ordinary guy. No, Andrey's complexion is quite nothing for an ordinary person, but next to the Bear, he really seems “fragile”. - It's not that bad. Bear smiled at him. - That's not the worst thing. - And this is already the Bear told me. What happened to them?

I feel like I carry a heavy burden on my back, preventing me from fully living the present. Prince Alexander: (scaring my hair with tenderness) My love, there is no shame in feeling vulnerable. You are strong for having survived and still being here, fighting against the shadows of the past. We all have our scars, and it is the courage to face them that makes us truly strong.