Feels Like We Had Matching Wounds Novels & Stories

I could almost hear the ghosts of those who had been lost whispering in the breeze, urging us to find a way to honor their memory. As we ventured deeper into the ruins, it became apparent that the devastation extended far beyond the physical. The emotional toll weighed heavily on all of us, an unspoken bond forged through loss. The ground was uneven beneath our feet, the earth scarred and broken, much like the spirits of the pack members we had failed to protect.

he urged. Contrary to what we had anticipated, my neck didn't bear three separate marks as initially expected. Instead, there was a singular, perfect mark replicated three times, as if each had marked me in the same spot. The unity and precision of the marks were astounding, a physical testament to our deep, interconnected bond.

It had bound them together and pulled them apart, leaving scars that told a story of what could have been, of dreams abandoned in the shadows of their fears. As she stood before him, the weight of that shared pain enveloped them both, and for the first time, she felt a flicker of understanding emerge from the depths of her heart. They had both walked through the fire, each holding onto their individual burdens, but now the lines were blurring, and the scars they bore began to intertwine.

It was painfully satisfying just like the first time, it felt like finding the piece I'd been missing for seven years. Like becoming whole again. I heard him mumble God Ariaaa....as he moved inside me.. We moved together. Slow at first. Then faster. Desperate. Trying to get closer. Trying to merge completely. His name fell from my lips like a prayer. Mine from his like a promise. And when we finally shattered..together, perfectly synchronized..it felt like.. Victory. Not over Vincent. Not over our enemies. Over fear. Over walls. Over everything that had kept us apart for seven years.

She pulled her hand back quickly, pretending it hadn’t happened, but the air shifted anyway. By the time the camp disappeared behind the curve of the forest road, swallowed by trees and distance, something inside me had shifted too. The place had been brutal, sure. But it had also been… necessary. We weren’t fixed. Not even close. The cracks between us still ran deep, jagged and unhealed. But for the first time, I felt like we were both standing on the same side of the fissure, looking at it instead of pretending it wasn’t there. Maybe that was enough for now.

It was old, but the pain it must have caused was evident. "It must have hurt," I murmured, my fingers tracing the raised edges of the scar. His body tensed, a flicker of fear in his eyes. I just felt like I could connect with him so much after seeing this. His scar was physical, but my own scars, though invisible, ran just as deep. I bent my head, pressing a soft kiss against the scarred flesh, a silent apology for the pain he had endured.

we both screamed at the same time. I saw blood gushing out of my wrist. I looked at Zelda and she was bleeding in the same spot. I looked at the blade on my hand and I was sure I didn't cut myself with it. I looked at Zelda and she was as confused as I was, our wounds looked exactly the same. "Does that mean that hurting her will hurt me too?" I asked myself in confusion. The revelation hit me like a sudden gust of wind—a startling realization that sent ripples of disbelief through the very core of my being. The idea that causing her pain would inflict an equal measure of suffering upon me was a truth I find hard to accept.

The weight of the recent events and the fear we had endured gradually lifted, replaced by a profound sense of love and safety. "Thank you." I sheepishly smiled, but I gasped aloud as I remembered their injuries. "I need to heal you." Gently touching their wounds and assessing the extent of their injuries. I could see the pain etched on their faces and the unwavering resolve in their eyes. "You had all fought fearlessly, and now it's time to tend to your wounds and heal together, Mates," I smirked at them. "Don't forget how fearless you both were." They just chuckled.

We were both hurting and trying to deal with our pain and get past it. What a beautiful coincidence, because even back then, little did we know that we already had one thing in common. Or, should I say, a common enemy? It was like fate had it that we would somehow meet. And we did, in the most beautiful coincidence, and the connection kicked off so flawlessly. It was, still is, and forever shall be, the sweetest feeling there is under the sun. Oh, how I miss our moments. Ooh, how I miss even just seeing him from afar.

"But it looks like you look worried right now." "Oh yes? Seems like it's just your feelings!” Where there is desire, there will be fire. Where there is fire, one will surely burn. But, only because it burned. It doesn't mean you will die, in the end, you have to keep getting back up. After this night is over, everything will be fine again. There will be no more tears, no more pain. It's okay, after all, it's all been lost since eight years ago. *** March 20, 2014, Indonesia.