Novel & Cerita Corazon Destruido

Her head started aching badly. Zia clutched her head and closed her watery eyes. "I love you, mi vida …." Those words of her nightmare echoed in her head, causing her to shoot open her eyes. She dashed towards the mirror and there she looked at her own reflection and felt like she couldn't recognise herself anymore, especially her sapphire orbs which were silently shedding tears for no reason? It was hurting her for no reason. It was breaking her for no reason but why even after having no reason to be sad, she felt like she was losing her all reasons of being happy anymore?

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I fell on my knees. Was that really my Mom, who loved me more than her life? Was she the same woman I had been admiring all my life? I felt like a homeless stray cat thrown on the street at that very moment but I am sure she will let me in if I stay persistent. I lay on the floor unable to sit as my head throbbed in pain. Devastated and shattered. I cried and cried in front of the door for..., I don't know how long until my eyes had no more tears left and I lost consciousness.

We used to be poor and hungry, now I am rich and powerful, however alone. I stand up and storm out into the pounding rain and scream into the sky. I see my cold breath yet I do not feel anything. My body is numb, empty, hollow. I have no soul left, it is corrupted by a darkness that frightens others and makes them cower. I attempt to recall how I used to feel. Anything at all. Happiness? It is gone. Hope? Non-existent. Sadness? Ever so faint. Anger? Boiling inside of me. Hatred? Seeps through me. Avarice? Consumes me.

Stefan further stressed his questioned her Catalina gentle placed water jar back to its place and weakly turned to us “Everything around me was spinning dramatically because of substance that were injected in me, I could hardly recognised anyone….” “Then how can you be so sure Samuel was there?” Stefan rose his suspicion “My Chili…” Catalina whispered “My Chili…. Samuel never one called me by my name Catalina but only called me his chili….no drug can make me forget these disgusting words as this words embarked my brain from the very first time when he corrupted me… even that day although I was lost in drugs effects my ears were wide awake to Samuel moans as he kept biting my neck and calling

"I see. I have to go now." I kept a poker face and merely nodded in response. I'm not interested in conversing anymore. Because I know I'm going to cry if I say another word. I'm pretty sure I'd lose it. I'm well aware that if I say another word, I'll be a complete disaster. And I don't want him to see how upset I am about him. I don't want him to realize how much I care about him that I'm willing to risk everything, including my long-cherished appearance. My dignity is the only thing I have, and if he knew how much I suffered, I'd be completely destroyed. Nothing.

"Mr. and Mrs. Fairfield, I'm sorry! I love Michelle with all my heart! I really hope that she can come back to me! I'm willing to exchange my life for hers! "What's the use of having a third-class merit? I just want Michelle to be back!"

And for the first time in three years, she cried. Not pretty tears. Not the polite kind that slip out at funerals. Ugly, gasping sobs that came from a place she had locked up and thrown away the key to. Her shoulders shook. Her face pressed into her own knees. She bit down on her fist to keep the sound from carrying into the hallway because she refused, absolutely refused, to have hotel staff find her broken on a marble floor. She cried for Aria. The girl who had believed. The girl who had loved without holding back. The girl who had put her hand on her stomach in the rain and whispered to her unborn daughter that she was sorry, so sorry, that she had not been smart enough to see it coming.

Hay más de un millón de amores that they want to conquer you Que te quieren conquistar Let him go out of your life Deja que se vaya de tu vida That the wounds that this time did you harm and what harm are closed Que se cierren las heridas que esta vez te hicieron mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let it be apart of your story Deja que se aparte de tu historia A stain on your memory of a love that hurt you and how bad Una mancha en tu memoria de un amor que te hizo mal y que mal bad and bad Mal y que mal Bad and bad, he didn't learn to love you, no Mal y que mal no aprendió a quererte no If I risk losing you and you will see Se a arriesgo a perderte y vas a ver What's going to be wr

The pain is consuming, destroying my very heart and soul It hurts so fucking much as the weight of everything crashes down on me all at once—every lie, every moment, every choice I made. Everything I destroyed. Everything I lost. Reading that last part, I finally understand why Sierra looked at me the way she did. Why she couldn’t forgive me… Because sorry means nothing…. Not when the damage runs this deep. Not when you’ve shattered something beyond repair. Not when there’s barely anything left to save. I lean back against the chair, eyes squeezed shut to hold back the tears threatening to fall.