Cinta Membawa Luka Novels & Stories

"I thought we agreed to honor today for Lia please don't do these to yourself I'm sure she won't be happy knowing that you're doing these to yourself" "And when did you start to care about me and Lia, I begged you for years but you refused to forgive me and also take the hatred upon Lia, now she is dead go and eat her corpse!" "We've talked about this so please stop bringing it up" "I know but it painful to know that Lia never feels motherly love before she dies! I want my daughter back!" "I'm so sorry please forgive me I'm ready to make it up to you and I will do anything you want just forgive me please and let's honor today for Lia"

And so, in this love there is deep gratitude, a sense that what is given is sacred and transient, passing in time into the eternal cycles of living. Her touch carries such passion, what was scarred becomes soft once more. But, one thing she could not heal is his open wounds, only one person could have time to seal and extinguish his wound. Perhaps that is why they say love is such magic yet tricky. His eyes caught a familiar look while watching Leticia standing out in the crowd with her beauty. He was not sure, but he saw A woman who looked like Amaya from the crowd.

I sank into the wet grass and let my shoulders shake. "I loved him," I choked out. "I gave him everything, and he threw it away like it cost him nothing." He was blind, Lira said. He still is. "Then why does it still hurt like this?" Because he broke something sacred. That kind of wound takes its time. I closed my eyes and let the tears fall into the dirt. Pine and wet earth hung in the air, but the quiet felt wrong, like the forest was holding its breath along with me.

Adrianna said immediately It's so ABBA coded, I responded with a smirk Alora walked towards me with a tissue in her hands, and handed it over to me I do not want it, i responded What? You think there's something in them or we would ruin your effortlessly flawless skin, Brittany said I do not take things from betrayers, you all did me dirty, and you Adri? I looked up to you a lot. I trusted you. Why would you do this to me? I said shakily Look babe, Adri responded, life happens, things happen, but we did not release that tape. I wouldn't do that for real, you either believe it or not.

“No.” “Don’t lie to me. The last time you held it like that, you collapsed.” “It doesn’t hurt, I swear.” “Then why are you holding it?” “It’s….It’s nothing.” I didn’t want to tell him that the scar was a reminder of how weak I was. It was going to be a permanent reminder of my weakness. Bruises fade, smaller wounds heal, but this would be there forever. A constant reminder that even though the blood tie was broken, I was still mated to Beta Kyle. Yet even when he dies, it will still be there. A reminder of the horrible life I had.

I asked, desperate for some guidance or solace. "Darling, I learned that sometimes, we must be willing to take risks–to fight for what we believe in, even if the world tells us otherwise," she replied, her voice laced with the wisdom of experience. "Love can be a balm for our deepest wounds, but it can also expose us to incredible vulnerability. The key lies in finding the strength within ourselves to navigate those challenges."

The scarred earth beneath them seemed to absorb the weight of their shared history, creating a space where words could convey the complex emotions they both felt. Seraphina turned to Adrian, her scarlet hair catching the morning light. "The scars we bear should be symbols of growth, not reminders of pain. Let our reunion be a testament to the resilience of love and the enduring power of hope." Adrian embraced her, the scars on his back, earned in battles past, now a tactile reminder of the journey they'd undertaken together. "Seraphina, our reunion may be shaped by scars, but let these scars tell a story of triumph over adversity, of love prevailing against all odds."

I can’t believe I made her into that. I guess what they said is true. When someone you love deeply hurts, betrays or rejects you, the pain is comparable to physical pain. It leaves a mark that can never be erased and a weight that can never be lifted, no matter how much time passes. Lily loved me dearly. Even though I didn’t reciprocate, she never gave up on me. She hoped for a brighter future for the two of us but I ruined it without even caring. Now, I was suffering and bearing the brunt of it.

Her nails were digging into one of his wounds causing blood to ooze from it. "Oh no," she exclaimed, worry quickly taking over her features. She raised her gaze to his face. "I am so sorry. It must be hurting," she apologized, feeling remorseful. Lost in their kiss, she couldn't understand where her hands were going. The wound was still raw. However, he didn't look in pain. "It doesn't hurt," he responded truthfully. If only she knew how much he had longed for her touch. Her touch can never hurt him. It only brings him a sense of peace and joy.

But was that enough for me to let him in again? My mind kept replaying everything that had happened between us. There had been so many promises, so many moments of tenderness, but I couldn’t erase the past. I couldn’t pretend that what had happened before didn’t matter. Luca had hurt me in ways I couldn’t describe. The scars weren’t just physical; they ran deep, inside, where no one could see them. And yet, despite all of that, despite my fears, I found myself wanting him. I found myself longing for the connection we had once shared.