How Does Aquarius Act When Hurt Novels & Stories

I love you so much that it hurts,’ I said kissing her temple repeatedly. She began to relax against me and her repeated apology became quiet. She was sobbing but she was no longer apologizing. When I was sure she was no longer sobbing, I spoke ‘ We need to get help Crystal. You need help. You might not agree but you are traumatized. I have been angry with you in the past without hitting you. Not every angry person wants to hurt you. Please let me help you,' I said pleadingly. ‘Okay,’ Crystal whispered weakly.

I didn’t hold anything back, letting the words spill out in a rush of anger and hurt and sorrow. She listened, her expression a mixture of sympathy and outrage. When I was done, she reached across the table and took my hand, her touch a warm, solid anchor in the storm of my emotions. “Oh, Aria,” she said, her voice a soft, soothing murmur. “I’m so sorry. He’s an idiot. A complete and total idiot.” “But he’s my idiot,” I whispered, my voice a hoarse, choked sound. “And I love him.” “I know,” she said, her voice gentle. “And that’s the problem. Because when you love someone, you give them the power to hurt you. And he hurt you. Bad.”

In that split second, I felt his emotions flow through the muted mating bond. Surprise. Disappointment. Relief. My shoulders relaxed when I didn't receive any emotions that indicated that he was pissed off about my attack. I placed my hands on my hips as I watched him struggle with the pain. The sight didn't last long though since Gunnar had a high-level healing ability. When he raised his head again, a scowl was already attached to his lips as he walked towards me. "You better have a good reason for doing that, Aqua. We have a lot to discuss, don't we?" he said.

My mind was barely here; my thoughts were filled with the events of today, especially my mom. Her expression when she called me; it both one of shock and surprise. Was I too harsh by reciprocating it with one of contempt? My heart had skipped a beat when I saw her, teary-eyed and waiting for a hint of affection from me and the way her expression turned to that of disbelief when she saw how cold I acted towards her. My feelings were on two sides of a fence. A part of me felt I did too much, that I should've been more gentle towards her and the other part feels like she deserved it, not after what they did to us, she deserved every cold attitude I give towards her. “Are you ok, Aries" Axton's

“Feel free to linger here a while longer. Livia, you are far from being a bothersome presence.” Hmm, reluctantly, I suppose... I confidently made the perfect decision. The call I had with Janice was a lightning-fast whirlwind. My heart felt like it was being torn apart, the pain seeping through every fiber of my being. I was left feeling helpless, unsure of how to navigate the overwhelming anguish. I want to spare Janice and her parents from any additional weight or stress at this moment. Whenever I find myself feeling less than okay, I instinctively resort to this particular action. It's my way of ensuring that others don't perceive me as someone who only seeks their assistance when in need

Celestine said, so Quiver nodded and smiled. "I'm not mad," Quiver said and kept himself not to cry. "I'm just sad," he added, and his voice cracked because of what he said. "I know that you're hurting, Quiver," Celestine said. "You're just a victim of Cupid, who is messing around." She added, so Quiver looked at her and smiled.

I looked into their faces, they looked like I had just slapped them. "We aren't pitying you," Arion explained. "We want you to know we are here for you no matter what you need. It's not out of pity, it's out of love." I could tell I had hurt them, I hadn't meant to. "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant," I sighed. "I know you both need a strong Luna, what if I am too damaged to be strong anymore?" I asked trying not to cry. "Rina, I will not let you talk about yourself that way," Arrow growled. "You are not damaged, weak, or any of those things."

he explained, his voice heavy with sorrow. My heart sank at his words, a surge of anger and frustration bubbling up within me at the thought of what Astraea had been forced to endure. "How could they do this to her?" I muttered, my voice filled with righteous indignation as I clenched my fists in frustration. The healer nodded sympathetically, his eyes reflecting the pain and sorrow that echoed within my own heart. "Unfortunately, the scars of such trauma run deep, and sometimes, even the strongest of souls can be vulnerable to their lingering effects," he said, his tone somber.

Aurelia frowned, “Seraphina, you can’t seriously mean to ask me that?” Seraphina chuckled, “Nothing I endured in that place hurt me more than Achilles has, a broken heart need not be shattered.” She picked the bottle back up and drank again. Aurelia snatched the bottle from her hands. “This isn’t going to help anything Seraphina, if you’re angry, channel it in the appropriate way.” ​

"It completely, utterly sucks, and you're allowed to feel every bit of that pain." "The worst part is I can't even be angry at him," I confessed, wiping at my tears. "He didn't ask for any of this—the attack, the memory loss, the mate bond he can't remember creating. He's trying to do the right thing for everyone involved, including me." "You can still be hurt," Jenny pointed out. "You can still grieve what you're losing. Those feelings are valid, even if there's no villain in this story."