Goresan Hati Yang Terluka Novels & Stories

I whimper as I look at him with tears streaming down my face . His face contorts to sadness and hurt . I can already feel the disappointment in waves and it is now affecting me so much . Marking me automatically makes me feel his emotions and pain . It's like a boomerang. If I hurt him I hurt myself too . That's the curse of the mark . My chest heaves rapidly as I wipe the tears from my face " leave ne alone ! Just stop ! Please get out !" "I'm not going to leave you after what just happened and I won't allow you to reject me,"he growls .

I advised, my eyes still on the burn mark. “It’s just a burn Elaine, it's nothing I can't handle.” Zade murmured, his voice was uncharacteristically soft. I bit my lips, gazing upward to look fully at his back, and that was when I noticed it, the long gash that he had on his back. It went across his shoulder blades to the end of his waist. I blinked twice, my vision began to blur. My fingers ghosted over the scar, memories coming back.

I sat at the sofa, my coronary heart pounding in my chest. Jake paced the residing room like a caged animal, his brow furrowed with anxiety. I may want to feel the load of silence placing between us, thick and uncomfortable. “Sarah,” he started out, strolling a hand thru his hair, “I’m simply sorry approximately earlier. I didn’t mean to harm you.” I crossed my arms, trying to protect myself from the pain I felt. “You didn’t mean to hurt me? It felt like you probably did precisely that, Jake. You allow me see that image, and it made the entirety worse.”

"Stop being gentle with me! It hurts more than if you had cursed me. Can’t you see that? Your simplicity, your calmness—it’s like you’re standing in peace while my world is burning." Tears blinded me, and I sobbed until my voice broke. I tried to push him when he reached out, but he caught my wrists gently, too gently. I pulled back with all my strength, shaking my head. "Don’t touch me. Don’t you dare try to calm me when you’re the reason for my pain." "Lorna..." "No," I whispered, my chest aching. "Don't call my name. You’ve hurt me in a way I’ll never forget. You’ve carved a scar so deep, not even time will heal it. And do you know the worst part? I still love you."

Napahawak ako sa dibdib ko para pakalmahin ang mabilis na pagtibok ng puso ko. "I'm sorry. Does it hurt? Come with me and I'll treat your wound." Napalitan ng pag-aalala ang mukha nitong kanina lang ay hindi maipinta. Hindi ko mapigilang mapaikot ng mga mata. "Ang OA ha? Hindi naman nasugatan. Namula lang pero mawawala din iyan mamaya." "But still, we should atleast put an ointment." Giit nito. "Hindi na nga. Ang kulit naman. Diyan ka na nga at may gagawin pa ako." Sambit ko ng bumalik na sa normal ang tibok ng puso ko.

The pain in my heart grows and grows until it’s finally replaced with bitterness and hatred. A burning hatred for Mason Lachlan.

The moon, a silver crescent against the velvety night sky, cast a soft glow upon their weary faces. Silence enveloped the trio, broken only by the distant rustle of leaves and the rhythm of their breathing. The wounds inflicted by the hurtful words lingered, their pain etched into the fabric of their souls. Each of them carried the weight of guilt and regret, uncertain of how to navigate the fragile path towards healing.

Emma stood under the hot shower but nothing was relaxing her body, the embarrassment she felt made her sad, she cursed herself for being so weak. “Why everything bad happens to me God?” She complained while resting her forehead on the cold tiles, she cried sadly while remebering the way Martha insulted her and accused her. She closed her eyes painfully and just then a blow of cold air felt at her back, as she turned and saw Jacob entering the bathroom. She turned her face away from him feeling angry and embarrassed at the same time. Jacob shook his head and sighed helplessly looking at her reaction.

“You’re still angry, huh?” “No. I’m not angry. I never was. I’m hurt, that’s all.” “Yeah, I can see that.” I sigh. How much damage did I do to her heart this time? Will it ever heal? “I’m an asshole, and sorry isn’t a big enough word, I know.” “You’re not an asshole--” she wipes raven hair from her forehead --“you’re traumatised. I know what that’s like, what it can do to you…to your soul. I mean, I castrated a man to death because of trauma.”

Hindi ako kumpiyansiya sa lakas na meron ngayon si Jarred dahil malimit lang ang kaniyang galaw dahil sa kaniyang sugat. “Kahit saan ka talaga magpunta hidning hindi mo natatakasan ang kamatayan mo” Pagbabanta ni Zani sabay sugod sa akin. Pareho kaming napahinto ng marinig kong sumigaw sa sakit si Jarred ng makita kong may sugat na naman ito sa kaniyang braso.