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SLADE Pain. The kind of pain that made it hard for me to breath. Pain that made my heart throb, It felt like a hot knife slicing nonstop through my skin. I’d never felt anything like it. Of all the blows life has dealt me in the past, this has to be the worst, and trust me, I’ve had to deal with a lot of things throughout my lifetime. My mistakes have come back to haunt me in the worst way possible.

I just said once that how much pain he gave me he will also go through that pain. But sincerely I didn't mean it. I was hurt, that's why I just said those words. That's why people use to say that, 'Never curse anyone when you are hurt' Now I just want to sweep away all the pain from your heart and fill your life with happiness. Looking at him when I slipped into the deep slumber.

Stop deceiving yourself and stop playing games with me. "You're really getting a kick out of this, aren't you?" I said with a slight jest in my voice, trying to mask the hurt that was bubbling up inside me. The chuckles from your lips only served to deepen the wounds, reminding me of how much you've changed. It's like a knife twisting in my heart with every laugh. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore; they flowed freely down my cheeks, tracing the path of my brokenness.

she whispered, her voice a ragged, broken sound, barely audible through her sobs, "why does it still hurt like hell?" The question ripped through her, tearing at her already raw emotions. The truth had been revealed, his innocence confirmed, and yet the pain was still excruciating. It was a phantom ache, a ghost limb of a relationship that had died a slow, agonizing death long before Sophia’s final blow.

“You are mine and no one hurts you.” It took everything in me not cry and hug him tight or disappear inside him. I couldn’t believe he was giving me such beautiful words when he was hurt himself. “Do you have any idea how much fûcking difficult it was to wait for you to open your eyes so I could look into them and see your pain, look at every inch of your body to know where and how hurt you were, so I could feel you.” With those words, he slipped a long finger inside me. “You said that I am hurt, maybe I am because anything that causes you pain hurts me. Not being able to touch you hurts me.”

Even if she cried a thousand tears, it would never be enough to wash away this heartbreak. “ Fúck it!” she said with a voice of anguish and frustration.

But inches from climbing the wall they shoot me in the arm. Damn, it hurts like hell. But I can't stop, the pain is just mental. Translation: “*I have you, you will not be able to escape / Ti ho, non potrai scappare

Lyra I used to believe the worst pain a person could feel was the ache of unrequited love. I was wrong. The worst pain is knowing that the people you trusted, the ones you fought for, bled for… were the same ones sharpening the knife to stab you behind your back, smiling as they handed you the rope to hang yourself.

Franco’s heart sank as Celine’s words hit him with the force of a tidal wave. “You will never be a part of our lives again,” she repeated, her voice cold and resolute. “You’ve proven that you’re unreliable and that you’re only capable of causing more problems. I won’t let you be a part of Connor’s life any longer.” The finality of her statement was like a physical blow. Franco staggered slightly, his emotions swirling in a tempest of despair and disbelief. He had come here with a glimmer of hope, only to be met with the stark reality of his failures.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh, I AM SADDD Girll," without any warning she broke into cries, ear shattering cries that were so loud, that Tazz felt like her heart was brutally being ripped out of her chest in her conscious physical state, or like someone was stabbing her repeatedly... like..like she was vomitting all the pent up pain within, which had now become bad blood.