Emotional Damage Guy Mga Nobela at Kwento

The tears that I hadn’t been able to shed, and emotions I hadn’t been able to feel, poured out just like that. “If you hadn’t lied to me, I wouldn’t get kidnapped and raped. It's all because of YOU! Now, look at me! I’m damaged! I have scars everywhere, and I lost our baby! And it's all because of YOU!” I punched his chest over and over again. He didn’t say anything, he just held me tight. “Why did you hurt me, Damian?” I clutched his shirt and sobbed onto his chest as I felt my energy drain from my body.

He had once thought they were friends, allies in the cruel world they inhabited, but now he knew the truth. Damian's sobs echoed through the empty house as he crumbled to his knees, the weight of guilt and horror overwhelming him. He couldn't bear the burden of his involvement with Sebastian any longer. He screamed out in frustration, anger, and sorrow, the sound of his voice echoing through the halls. In his fury and despair, Damian's emotions spilled over, and he began smashing objects in his house. Vases shattered against the floor, furniture was thrown across the room, and his once-cherished belongings became mere casualties of his emotional turmoil.

When I finish, I feel drained, like I’ve poured out everything inside me and there’s nothing left. She sighs a long, deep sound that’s heavy with meaning. “You’ve hurt him, child,” she says gently. “And he’s hurt too. But Damien… he’s not like most men. He doesn’t wear his emotions on his sleeve, and he doesn’t let people in easily. That’s why this is hitting him so hard.” I nod, wiping my eyes. “I know I messed up, Miss Rosie. I just… I don’t know how to fix it. He won’t even talk to me.”

I admitted quietly. That truth hurt. Because love was not supposed to disappear overnight. But betrayal changed emotions faster than people admitted. Damien watched me for a moment before looking away again. “You’re honest when you’re hurt.” I frowned slightly. “What does that mean?” “Most people lie more when they’re emotional,” he replied. “You don’t.”

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, searching for the shattered woman I used to be and she was gone, replaced by someone who had found her own calm. Just as I was about to lie down, a knock sounded on my door. It was Damian. He looked tired and haggard, his shirt wrinkled and his hair a mess. He didn’t look like the confident man I had married. He looked like a little boy lost. “Emmah,” he said, his voice raw. I waited as he staggered in, the string scent of alcohol filling the air and his hands clasped in front of him. “I wanted to tell you I'm sorry for everything. For the things I said, for the things I did. I was a coward.”

His gaze stayed on the ceiling. “I’ve told him the same thing,” Grandma Eleanor added calmly from her seat. “Self-pity will not heal you.” Max nodded. “Exactly. You bounce back. You focus on work. You rebuild. And with time, you’ll find the perfect woman.” Damian let out a dry laugh. “I don’t need a perfect woman.” Max raised an eyebrow. “Women are evil,” Damian continued flatly. “And I don’t think I can ever love again.” Grandma Eleanor sighed. “Careful, Damian. Pain talks like that.”

Damian replies, smiling at me. I try to hide my emotions when he looks at me like this. I feel a pang of guilt as I look at him. I haven't seen the genuine Damian smile for a long time now. Rather, his smile is filled with fear and pain. But most of all, trauma. While I may have been the one that suffered physically, Damian suffered mentally. None of my injuries could even compare to the way he was injured. I've always believed that mental was always far worse than physical pain. Physical pain heals. However, mental pain stays with you. It becomes a battle to forget and move on. Even when you do, it's there haunting you in the depths of your mind. Ready to come out at any time. So while I kn

“ What else do you want from me so that you will stop deciding for my life the way you wish ? “ said Damian annoyed . “ I am sorry son . “ said mr Adam . “ You better be father . You completely destroyed my happiness and took away from me the person I love the most now . I lost that person before I could even gasp a hold of him . “ said Damian with a tired look and drained expression . “ I totally understand the weight of pain that love brings but if you stay here like this , you will forever lose the one you hold dear . Did you think me and your mom had an easy road ? No , we didn’t but we didn’t give up on each other . Our love was strong enough to surpass everything , every challenge . “

His father took his sister away so they could give him time to process what was going on with him. Once they were gone, Alex opened his eyes which had turned red from anger and humiliation.. “Argh! “ He screamed in anger and tried to forcefully Move his legs but unfortunately he couldn't do that.. His life was ruined forever and of course his humiliation was already all over the place. Damian had made sure to break his soul to a point where he wouldn't be able to fight back, to a point where everything wouldn't Matter anymore.. Damian had made his men take rounds in f*cking him till he was broken..

Like he’d carried this conversation in his head long before it ever spilled into the open. “It’s not about excuses,” Stephan said quietly. “It’s about damage.” “Damage,” I echoed bitterly, crossing my arms over my chest. “So that’s what we’re calling sadism now? Damage? Please.” “Stop it,” Stephan snapped, his tone slicing through the situation like the boss that he is. I blinked, startled. I wasn’t used to him sounding so serious. “It’s not what you think, Castiel. Damien isn’t some sadist who gets his kicks out of seeing people hurt.”