Feels Like We Had Matching Wounds Novels & Stories

“Well… not all of us can be lucky in love, right?” Her attempt at humor fell flat, hanging heavy in the air. I forced a small smile, though my voice came out quieter than I intended. “Yeah. Not all of us.” We sat there like that for a while,her with her hand over her belly, me with a heart full of ghosts. And, I realized we were both running from the same thing: love that had turned into a wound neither of us knew how to heal.

He smiles—a sad, empty smile. I run my hand over the mark on my neck, which has begun to sting faintly. It probably hasn’t fully healed yet after everything that’s happened. I haven’t even had time to tend to my mark or my mate. They’re connected—when hers burns and hurts, so does mine, showing just how strong our bond is.

My wounds were healing. At the speed of light. They were healing the moment I gained consciousness too. However, the speed was too much as I feel the tingles over the areas on my hand and thigh. "What the fuck..." I break away from the kiss, still having him pumping into me recklessly as I look down at my wounds. I see only the scars which are left behind. "I felt it too," he suddenly voices. "We're connected already?" "Yes," And he proceeds to kiss me again. I accept it with wide arms. Because why not?

Not yet. But I stood close enough to hear her breathing. To feel the ache in her bones match the ache in mine. We stayed like that for a long time. Not enemies. Not family. Just two ghosts in velvet, finally seeing each other through the cracks.

We had become one. It felt like we had both won something we never thought we could have. We had found each other again after so much loss. We had crossed pain and fire and doubt and somehow, we were here. The shadows of the past had gone silent. The memories that once cut like knives felt dull now, like old scars that no longer bled. I closed my eyes and let out a long breath, as if I had been holding it in for years. I sat up slowly, pulled the blanket around me, looked around too, my body still feeling somehow strange, like it was learning a new shape.

suddenly we laughed because of the circumstances Apart from the sad story, I also asked something that also made me doubt, "Anna, maria. I had heard this from the werewolf-like. When I became a mate of one of them, the wolfman also felt the same wound if I was injured. If I liked another man, he also felt the same wound. How could it be? I mean, we are indifferent bodies and different minds, right? "I said.

I knew this pain, I remembered it, but it was so much worse now that I donned his mark and he donned mine. Fire and razor blades! A deadly combination that had me writhing like a fish being deprived of water. The mark on my shoulder felt as if it were burning my skin, searing it to make itself known, to tell me that my other half was mating with someone that wasn't me.

The wounds of the past slowly transformed into scars, a reminder of the strength that had carried us through the trials we had faced. In the quiet moments, when the world retreated into a hushed lull, we shared our hopes and dreams. We spoke of a future built on a foundation of trust, love, and unwavering support. Our hearts, scarred but resilient, beat in sync as we envisioned a life together, one where the pains of the past would serve as a catalyst for growth and a testament to the strength of our bond.

I answered back with a look of empathy. "I'm going to miss having you with me," he said, playing with the fire mark on his wrist. I felt almost like a massage on my own mark and my fingers couldn't help but touch it. Was that just a fluke? When he touched his mark I thought I could feel something on mine. That was strange, but maybe it was all psychological. "I'm going to miss you too, Kieran," I said looking at our finished breakfast plates. We must have been hungry. "You need to come back in one piece."

But what if there wasn’t anything left to fix? I glanced through her eyes and saw the conviction there, but I couldn’t shake the truth, I felt we were both pretending. After all we’d been through, how could we ever be whole again? The wounds we carried weren’t just on our skin. Both visible and invisible scars were too severe. They were carved into us, too deep to ever really heal. With her eyes full of determination , I couldn't help but feel like we were both lying to ourselves. We had a strong bond. Our lives had been consumed by so much, and we didn't think that any of us could ever be completely healed. Both visible and invisible scars were too severe.