Novel & Cerita Bitter Feelings

I began, "Being a bitch can't really really help you at this point," "What?!" She snapped, turning to face me, eyes blazing fire, "Excuse me?" I scoffed, arms crossed across my chest, "Don't you ever get tired?" I arched a brow, "Being bitter won't help you, you know? Why don't you just give up?" "Just because Ronan accepted you doesn't mean-"

“It will leave a flame that will be eating you slowly. Sir, you may even resent yourself for being stupid. You will hate yourself and will not forgive yourself so easily. Don’t you know the depth of feeling in one’s heart makes it hard for another one to grow?” “The death of feeling in someone’s heart will blind you that you won’t even be able to return the love for someone else who may deserve it. Death of one’s feeling is painful and more deadly than betrayal from a close one because you betray yourself and will hate yourself and if you hate yourself, you will vent your anger on yourself and nothing will be meaningful to you...”

It seems like I've been too lenient on him. With each passing moment, my hatred for him grew more palpable, a festering wound that gnawed at my insides with every breath I took. The memory of his handsome yet monstrous face lingered like a bitter taste on my tongue, a constant reminder of the pain and betrayal he had inflicted upon me. But I refused to let his image consume me, refused to let the bitterness of our past cloud my judgment or weaken my resolve. I had slept long enough the night before and had pushed his memory to the darkest recesses of my mind where it belonged.

His chains rattle against whatever we’re tied to as he strains to set himself free. I know this isn’t the time to antagonize him, but I can’t help and complain, “You’ve been doing that for the last hour. If you could break them, you would have by now.” He replies acidly, “I don’t need your input.” It stings more than it should. Now that the pain of his wound has faded, it’s clear some of his bitterness about what happened between us has returned. “How many times do I have to say I was never going to kill you?” I sigh.

He sighed. “I don’t drink alcohol except for a glass of wine sometimes.” She told him. “Oh yeah? Well, you devoured those two glasses like you were an expert.” She giggled drunk. “That is the worst alcohol I have ever tasted.” “Yeah well, it wasn't made for girls like you.” She hit his head. “Oww.” “Stop making yourself so bitter. I like the sweet you.” she told him. “The sweet me?” He asked.

This time it felt different; I could feel he was a different man, just not the part where he screws anything that walks past him. I feel that I should just let it go… So what? He cheated on you again. Just let it go. Yes, perhaps he is not the one for me, but why am I feeling that he is. I feel desperate and broken. Okay, so he disappointed me, but why should I hold onto a grudge. Look what it has got me… Bipolar. How is Lucas going to feel when he finds out? Is he still going to want to be with me? I feel that somehow that he would. So why am I sitting in this Hotel room feeling bitter and mad at him?

But I understood that holding onto bitterness would only prolong my suffering and hinder my own growth. In the solitude of my room, I allowed myself a moment of vulnerability. I acknowledged the pain, the anger, and the sense of betrayal. But I also recognized that I had the power to rise above it, to free myself from the toxic grip of hatred. In that realization, a glimmer of hope emerged—a hope that one day, I could find the strength to forgive and move forward.

I grit my teeth in anger and left to buy the candles my brother asked me with unwanted grievous sensations brimming in my chest. ..I don't love her.. And I never will... I will never fall this low..

how I will handle Valentina again? VALENTINA ( POV ) Feeling bitter is a failure to love yourself, to see my own emotions with true clarity. For when I do, though I have been hurt so very much, there is the serenity that makes moving onwards possible, that opens new doors to new loves and new chances for myself growth. My battle is always with myself, to become my better self. So, love myself, become sweeter and I will be okay.