Goresan Hati Yang Terluka Novels & Stories

He filed it as such. The information said: the healing is real and it is not complete. The healing is a process with no arrival point. The sensitivity in the specific register of the old harm is not a failure of the process — it is a characteristic of having been genuinely harmed. It is the scar tissue. Scar tissue is not wound. It is something different. It protects and it restricts and it reminds.

Rosalie felt as though a dagger had pierced her heart, the wound gushing with blood. She could picture the scene vividly. She glared at him with pure hatred.

Pain. Hurt. Anguish. They all meant the same thing, but none of them could be used to describe how Hannah Morales felt seeing Serenity Gils looking like a lost puppy, giving pleading eyes to its owners not to abandon them. Standing in the red room that was filled with the blonde's silent sobs, Hannah Morales understood that the worse kind of agony isn't that of one's flesh but rather is of seeing someone you want, beg desperately to be loved by you but the scars imprinted in your soul prevents you from giving them what they want.

I prayed Father would seize the opportunity and secure their well-being. Gingerly, my fingers brushed against the tender cut on my neck, eliciting a wince of pain. I needed to find herbs to soothe the wound before it worsened, potentially succumbing to infection. The physical sting of the injury paled in comparison to the ache in my heart, tears streaming down my cheeks unabated.

“When you’re in love, getting hurt is like getting cut. Even after it heals, there will always be a scar.” “The scrapes on your heart show the love you’ve felt. Is Ryker’s breaking your heart?” As I took a deep breath, a wave of strong emotion hit me, causing tears to well up and flow out of my eyes without my being able to stop them. Even though I understand what Manang is saying, I can’t give Ryker my whole heart. I can’t accept this link because the weight of guilt has left a permanent mark on my mind. I was shocked when Manang Greta wrapped her warm arms around me and hugged me back. Her hug made me feel better and gave me confidence. She spoke to me in a soft voice, and I could feel the

“Tonight, you let yourself break. Tomorrow, we face your mother’s funeral together. The day after that… we’ll figure it out.” My hands found their way to his chest, feeling his heartbeat strong and steady under my palms. “What if I’m too broken?” “Impossible.” His lips brushed my temple, so gentle it made my heart ache. “You’re the strongest person I know.” The dam broke. All the grief, fear, and exhaustion of the past days crashed over me at once. I crumpled against him, and his arms wrapped around me, holding me together as I fell apart. “I keep seeing it,” I whispered against his chest. “The way James looked at you when he pulled that trigger. His own brother. How can someone hate that mu

“Because I want you to live long enough to feel the bond claw through your veins. Every scar it will carve, every silence it will drown you in, every night you wake and hate yourself for it.” His voice was quiet, and terrible in its calm. My breath shook. I hated him for it. I hated him more for the way my chest ached when he looked at me like that—like he couldn’t decide whether to devour or destroy. A sharp jolt seized my leg. I cried out before I could stop it. The veins near the wound were pulsing dark and raised, like the venom had flared again. My body twisted. My hands clawed at the sheets.

"When you think I'm the daughter of an enemy, you love me. After the hatred is gone, you love me more." "Shawn... do you think that as long as there is love, two people can have a lifetime together?" He whispered in response, "Yes. You love me, and I love you. Why can't we be together? Those wounds will slowly fade away with time until they disappear. I will use my life to compensate and fill the gap in your heart." Gale shook her head and said, "No, the wounds will not disappear. They will always be engraved in the bottom of my heart and will occasionally flare up and torment me, as well as you."

But it has died out now, so quit acting like that. He shrugged "Okay, I am sorry if I have annoyed you. I was just angry at myself for causing you this pain. I don't know why, but I could feel anger rising within me these few days. It hurts, it's like a burning larva, which turns everything in me into stone. But that is not what I want. I don't want my heart to be as hard as stone. I want my heart to be filled with love and passion, just like yours." he said meekly.

She smiled like an idiot while watching his hair; shiny and smooth and the next thing she knew was that she had hit her foot in the doorway. Her face turned red and she was holding the curse words. A little shriek escaped her mouth. “Damn! Where is your mind?” Eric almost shouted. He helped her to lean on him. “Are you sure you can walk?” He was concerned. Penelope had her fingers tightly curled around his arm with her eyes shut closed.