Bearing The Unbearable Novels & Stories

I murmured quietly, leaning closer so only she could hear. June let out a shaky sigh as I accepted the cup. The heat seeped into my palms, almost burning, but I raised it anyway. The liquid slid down my throat in a sharp rush, bitter as crushed leaves, leaving fire in my chest as it burned its way down. A few minutes later, Medea had us standing outside looking at the trees. It was already approaching winter, so I felt a little bit of cold as her hands folded neatly behind her back. “The Facebearer,” she said at last, her eyes narrowing. “She carries the faces of the dead slaves…like a curse.”

I fucking didn't want to believe that anyone I loved could fucking rip my fucking guts out and watch me slowly bleed to fucking death. As always I was willing to bear the brunt. I was willing to be the fucking doormat that the whole goddamn world could walk right over. Welcome, just dry your fucking feet off on the Marc. Don't mind him, he can carry the weight of the whole fucking world on his shoulders.

"You're not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever. We are going to deal with those bastards together because right now, separating you from your crowd is what he wants so that he has a bigger chance of winning." "Aurora..." His voice thinned, heavy with exhaustion and something far sadder, "You don't understand. These constant wars, these people crawling back into my life, the blood, the threats—none of it's fun. None of it ever was," His gaze flicked downward, pained. "But I can't stop it. It's who I am. This mess? This slaughter? Blood and dead bodies?—it's all a part of my fucked up existence. Forced onto me and I can't run away from this. But... I refuse to drag you into this. I have to deal

I feel like I’m going insane, there’s so much happening in one night and I’m losing control. I’ve lost my father and my wife is on the verge of dying. “Mamma!” My ass crash against the ground and I claw at my face aggressively. “She. . .Mirabella is suffering and there’s nothing I can do for her. I want to carry this burden for her mother. . .I can’t bear to watch her suffer in this manner.” My mother shakes and vibrates as she breaks down all over again. “I know baby. You’ll be here for her, you’ll walk her through this.”

Nothing can change that. But if I can see it once before I die... Then I'll die happy. “Get out of here, you monster!” Says the driver as he points the barrel of his rifle at me. I grit my teeth as I try to force my bear back. It's useless, but I try anyway. I clench my body, flexing my muscles to the max as I struggle to force him down. It's like trying to stop a burst dam with your hands. It's like trying to hold on to a rocket. It's fucking unstoppable.

“You’re not immune. You’re just… resilient.” I grit my teeth. “You mistake pain for compliance.” He lowers his hand slightly. “You’re burning yourself out. You can’t carry this much system load alone.” “I’m not alone,” I say. I don’t look back. I don’t need to. I feel Kael behind me like gravity. Unmoving. Solid. Refusing to be erased from the equation. Jonas exhales. “Attachment. Always the flaw.” “No,” I say. “Always the reason.”

I stand up, but immediately double over again as the pain burns anew. The bear roars triumphantly and stamps the ground. It doesn’t waste any time, immediately continuing its deadly charge. The enormous grizzly bursts through the bush. Its face is soaked in Heiwa's and Scorch’s blood. He tries to stop when he sees I’m closer than he thought. His gargantuan paws slide on the ground, trying to get traction.

I looked at him with watery eyes and told him with stutter, “The.. bed.. is.. broken” He gave me a confused look and asked me again in soft tone, “So what ??. Why you are crying for that ??.” I cried and drivelled with whimper, “It happened.. because of me.. because of my.. fatty body.. It broken due to.. my heavy weight.” He wiped my tears and kissed my eyes, and then he rubbed my cheek with his thump finger and told me in convincing tone, “Bear, it's not broken. It's just moved little because of our sudden downfall. Why you are crying so much for this small matter ??.”

Because standing there watching Atlas hold her like she was the only thing tethering him to himself— My bear made a quiet, satisfied sound deep in my chest. And for the first time— I started realizing this situation was becoming a hell of a lot more complicated than any of us were prepared for

"Then I'll carry you." "I don't need to be carried." "I know you don't need it. I'm offering anyway." "What if I'm heavy?" "You're not heavy." "I come with a dead baby and dead parents and a mask and six months of nightmares and scars on my ribs and a wolf that only woke up because I almost died in a plague camp. That's a lot of weight, Dax." "I carried lumber on my back for four months to build houses. I think I can handle it."