Broken Emotions 소설 & 이야기

I say before quickly running upstairs to my room. When I finally found myself to be alone I immediately lock the door behind me before breaking down into tears. I couldn't comprehend what I was feeling in the moment. This feeling was overwhelming and completely foreign so I don’t even know how to deal with it properly. I’ve never had anything like this happen to me. I’ve never been talked to in that manner before. I’ve never been treated like this by a man before. Fresh tears continued to replace the old ones as I try to process my thoughts. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't stop thinking about how Jack called me a slut and how Aubrey just completely left me for

I needed to let out my emotions before it consumed me, so I tore at the curtains, knocking over a vase, scattering its contents across the floor. I felt used, betrayed. How could he have played with my emotions like this? I had given him my heart, my trust, my body, and he had thrown it all away. Tears streamed down my face as I collapsed onto the bed, my body shaking with sobs. I was heartbroken, devastated. The world seemed to have shattered around me, leaving me feeling lost and alone.

He looks so deadly serious, delivering another wound to my soul and I break down properly. Heart-wrenching with how bad this can feel, how bad his rejections always affect me, and I start to cry painfully. Like a wounded child who doesn’t care if anyone sees her. Arrick moves towards me as tears make their way down my face, his own face crumbling at the sight of them, and losing all resolve.

Even if he ever survived this phase of his life where he felt like his heart was ripped out of his cage whenever he was sober, his liver might have a hard time catching up. He hurt her. He failed to protect her from his world. He made excuses instead of fixing his problems and in the end, she let go of his hand. He didn't blame her one bit. If he were her, he'd shut him out of his life too. Tan didn't think he would ever be able to get the look of hurt he saw on her face out of his mind. God, she hated him and she had every right to too. He took her for granted like he always did. He caused her pain once more.

The moment the door closed behind me, I let out a shaky breath. My cheek still hurt and my scalp hurt too. Everything hurt. I should have been used to this, but I could never get used to it. It wasn't the first time Ryder had been violent with me. He had practically been making my life miserable for years. I took a few minutes to calm down before heading back to class, trying to not look as miserable as I felt inside. By the time I sat down in my seat, I thought I looked normal, apparently not.

“Everyone else always tried to fix it. Or use it.” “I’m not here to fix you.” “Then why are you here?” “Because you shouldn’t be alone with this.” A tear slid down her cheek. She didn’t wipe it away. “I hated that funeral,” she said. “I hated that I couldn’t cry. That I felt relieved. And ashamed of the relief.” Damian nodded slowly. “Conflicting truths can exist at the same time.” She gave a weak smile. “You say that like it’s allowed.” “It is.”

I had poured my heart and soul into trying to keep myself intact, but once again, I found myself broken into pieces. I could hardly bear the overwhelming emotions that flooded me when I collapsed onto the ground. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the remnants of my shattered determination. The room, felt as it was closing in on me, suffocating me with its heavy air. Each breath I took seemed like a battle, a constant struggle against the weight of my despair. And with every beat of my heart, I was painfully reminded of the pieces of myself that lay broken.

The flood of emotions hit me even stronger, all the pent up anger and disappointment and hurt of the past few months that I have suppressed, too focused on surviving each day to realize how broken I really am. I grip his shirt, my fingers curling into the fabric like it will keep me from drowning. And he let me. He let me break. He doesn't hush me, doesn't tell me to stop. He just holds me, solid and present. His fingers stroke slow, grounding patterns against my back. By the time the sobs fade, leaving nothing but the dull ache of exhaustion, I feel exposed, fragile. But lighter. I pull back slowly, eyes red and swollen, but finally meeting his.

I had never seen her cry before and it was heart-clenching. "I don't know why I drank. It ruined everything - drinking I mean," her voice cracked as tears unconsciously rolled down her cheeks. "I hate it. I hate drinking and drugs. I don't know why I resorted to it now when I know how badly something can go wrong from one drink." "I hate this," her voice was hoarse and filled with so many emotions I wished she never had to experience. "I hate it so much." I moved even closer to her so our shoulders were touching. I then let go of her hand and wrapped my arms around her, letting her rest her head on my chest and break down.

Luna gripped the steering wheel tightly, tears that she had been holding back finally streaming down her cheeks. "Fucking..." Luna muttered, striking the steering wheel in frustration. Luna couldn't believe that Lucas would play her like this. He should have come, even if only to apologize to her. No matter how many curses Luna muttered, she couldn't shake off the shock and hurt of being stood up. Tears pooled in her eyes, slightly blurring her vision, but it didn't stop her from pressing harder on the gas pedal, speeding even faster. She was nearly on the verge of crashing into a parked car on the side of the road, but it seemed that fear wasn't registering with Luna at the moment.