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Gwyneth stared at the hideous scar in the mirror, lost in thought. It had been ages since she had taken a close look at it. The scar ran horizontally across her abdomen, starting from the front and stretching toward her side, even reaching further toward her back. Gwyneth pursed her lips and delicately traced her fingertips along the scar. It no longer elicited any pain, but the fact that she had been young when her skin was burned meant that the nerves beneath the scar had suffered damage. As a result, whenever her scar was touched, she would experience a peculiar sensation—a constant reminder that her nerves had not yet fully recovered.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

It is hard to get my head around , can you hear the voices behind the shadows?My silent plea, my beggings,the scars on me are telling thier stories. I know its selfish to ask for more but this pain is more than fire. My sorrowed heart only holds one name Johan a person it can't seem to find .Behind the shadows i am told time will heal my wounds and that my grief is worth it .Its hard when you find out that you are not as importante to someone as you thought .Imagine cutting your finger the pain, the brief confusion before you notice the blood . See the light grab it all before you experience the darkness life has in store.

I'll refund you as soon as I get hold of my wallet or replace my cards," I rushed the words out of my mouth and turned to the exit. Before I reached the door, his hands were already there. He pushed the door, it slid open, then Jerry ushered and uttered, "after you Miss Lexy." "Just Lexy is enough, I said with a firm tone. For a moment, I nearly got carried away by Jerry's gentleness. Then I recalled that mommy always cautioned me to take matters of the heart slowly. Mommy believes in a slow place to find true love. Wait, "did I just mention love?" I thought.

he remarked coldly, and I felt like a sharp arrow had pierced my heart. Entrante! Why does it hurts?

I know. "If you can speak you think you haven't been stupid. I know if you're still hurt even after months have passed, you still haven't moved on with my brother. Even if you show you're over it and you're brave, I know if you're not" that's true. I was silent for a moment before speaking again. "Life is really unfair, whoever loved the truth is still the one who got hurt." I promise. "Part of love is being hurt, that's why you're hurt because you truly loved because if you didn't love that person, why would you be hurt, right?"

☆Samira☆ There was a huge hole inside my chest, a chilling emptiness that I could feel with each breath. I could feel the cold air passing through it, yet whenever I pressed my hand against my heart, my body felt whole. But that wound was undeniable. They had torn away a significant part of me, leaving behind a huge hole. For what purpose? What did I do to deserve this? Daniel. Kate. Linda. What did I do to them? What sin had I committed?

It was sweet and tender, and my heart was filled with happiness. However, the beautiful moment didn't last. Abruptly, Hektor pulled away, and his expression turned into a twisted mask of anger. "You like it, don't you?" He sneered. "I didn't know you are that easy to get." The sound of his hurtful words pierced my heart like a sharp knife, leaving me stunned and disoriented. The taunt felt like a physical slap, and tears flowed uncontrollably down my face. I felt an intense pain in my chest as if someone had squeezed my heart with a tight grip.

The easter washes slowly across my skin seeping from my hair down to my toe, I feel my muscles become immediately relaxed. I scrub carefully at my body. "Fuck" I whine as I feel my arms graze across the spits where the broken bottles had pierced me. Bending over I pick out each and every piece, each time a new pain as I pull them out I feel the soreness on my skin but slightly I brush across it.I had not felt the pain when it pierced it but pulling it out now makes me understand the reality of things. Oliver had pierced my heart when he said goodbye for quite a major reason. I've been trying to pull out the broken pieces of my heart.