Bearing The Unbearable Novels & Stories

And now, as Damon took a closer look at the five dead men, each man had letters branded on his forehead, R, I, MA, T, and UM. "Rape, Incest, Mate Abuse, Treachery, and Undeserved Murder." Holy shit. Damon was suddenly happy to be alive and unmarked; Karistus was BADASS. Of the thirteen wolves that had accompanied him on his run, five wolves were now dead, seven remained unconscious, but living and one had ascended to something different entirely. "Where is she heading now?" Knox looked off into the distance, noticing the weather changing as judgment roamed the earth once more.

That's where the pain has lodged. It's unbearable as it spreads all over my stomach, to my chest and then begins to burn. “This is too much… oh goddess…I can't bear this anymore…” I cry in pain. As if to worsen it, a knock sounds on the door. Jamming my teeth as I force myself to bear the pain, I crawl to the door and bolt it. Whoever it is must never catch me in this way. But the knocking won't stop. Instead, it persists. “I know you are in there. Open up.”

The angrier he got, the harder he kicked her. Seeing this, my parents rushed over to pull them apart. In an instant, several people were tangled together, crying, shouting, and cursing in chaos. Daniel, Elliot, and I sat off to the side, watching the spectacle. Sophia was already battered and bruised, her hair and clothes torn into a mess. At last, she managed to crawl over to my feet. She clutched my pant leg tightly, her voice hoarse and desperate. "Nat… please, Nat… I’m begging you. Tell me, where is my child? Please…"

Why did I have to stand by, a spectator to their demise, a coward hiding behind my uncertainty? The Bears were losing. It became clear as the snarls grew louder and the agonized roars echoed like a mournful symphony. With each moan of pain from the noble bears, my heart shattered into pieces. Memories of my parents' advice flooded my mind—their voice like a whisper of wind, urging me to harness my abilities and feel the magic flowing through the veins they said were stronger than I believed. But here I stood, empty of empowerment, barren of courage.

Screams, grief, betrayal — everything unspoken flooded upward. Lumen’s voice trembled through the chaos. Pain consumes harmony. We do not know how to bear it. Sophia struggled to speak, the weight pressing against her chest. “You don’t erase suffering by rejecting it. You balance it — like dissonance resolving to a chord.” Teach us. Sophia extended her arms, summoning fragments of memory around her — a hand reaching to comfort a crying child, a stranger offering bread to another, a heartbeat slowing beside a loved one’s. Each one glowed, steady and real.

Why am I always the one who ends up hurting? Right. I left the room because I couldn’t take it anymore. The weight on my chest felt unbearable, like I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t bear to hear or see him, especially when he didn’t even know me anymore. What was the point of staying there? What was the point of holding on to him? I’m human too. I get tired. I know what it feels like to be exhausted, and I can’t do it anymore. I’m drained. My strength is slipping away.

Forever. "I can't," someone said. Breaking under weight of screaming fragments. "I can't carry this. Can't live with their terror. Their refusal. Their violation. It's too much. It's unbearable. I can't." Others agreed. Many agreed. Carrying unwilling fragments was different than carrying Corin who chose scattering. This was violation. This was trauma. This was unbearable. Network fractured. Not void's doing. Our doing. Fractured under weight of forced scattering. Under guilt. Under horror. Under carrying someone's violation forever.

In that moment, the color drained from his face, and he stood frozen, his hand trembling slightly as he gripped the papers. It felt as though a massive hand had clenched around his heart, making it hard for him to breathe. His mind went blank, and all he could hear was a dull buzzing in his ears. Ezra's large body swayed, and he could no longer bear the weight of the moment. He collapsed to his knees, his fists clenched as he pounded the ground again and again, letting out a guttural, anguished growl, like a trapped animal with no hope.

"But you deserve normality, you deserve stability, you deserve someone gentler, you deserve better. I can't give you that, I can never give you that." "Normality? Stability? Gentleness?" I scoff. "You're right, you're absolutely right. But do you think after everything I went through, I'll ever be able to accept such things? No. Never. This burden... this is the one thing I can't share with anyone else but you. I'll only be a burden to someone else if I bring the current me to them."

Because every human has asked that at some point. Why does loving hurt? Why does losing hurt? Why does being alive feel unbearable sometimes? And yet We continue anyway I Step Toward It Slowly The presence beside me tenses protectively. The First Silence watches carefully. Even the Hollow looks uncertain. Theodore grabs my sleeve weakly “…Please stop approaching emotionally unstable gods.” I smile faintly despite everything. “I can’t really ignore suffering.” Theodore groans softly “That’s your most dangerous quality.” I kneel in front of the Unmade carefully