I Am Blue In Pain And Fragile の小説・ストーリー

Blue was still buried into Hendrix’s side, face hidden. I knew I should snap out of it, knew I should have wiped the tears away, they were scaring Blue, but I was trapped in this box where regret, fear, and shame consumed me. I felt the emotions torture and drain my body, heart, and mind. Everything hurt. Memories were attacking my brain, seeing all the dark times Blue and I had gone through. All that time, I was hurting him even more. It seemed like Blue never had a chance with me, suffering from the very first day he took his breath. It was all my fault. God, I could not bear it.

Because happiness had existed here before he entered their lives fully again. And now fear existed too. Blue wiped quickly at her eyes, frustrated tears making her voice sharper. “I don’t want cameras outside.” “You won’t have them forever.” “But they came because of you.” Adrian absorbed that without flinching. “Yes.” Blue stood suddenly from the table. “I don’t like being famous.” “You aren’t famous.” “Then why do strangers care about me?” No one answered. Because there was no answer good enough for a child. Blue looked between both of us again before her expression hardened in a way that reminded me painfully of Adrian himself.

“Blue, the s*x scandal between you and Teressa leaked online.” “Baby Tartar,” Blue said, still crying. “Come on, Blue! It’s just a thing!” Red shouted, also crying. Blue looked at his twin while wiping his tears. “To you, yeah, it’s just a thing.” He hugged the shattered guitar. “But to me, he was my friend. Tartar witnessed all the tears I shed. Tartar heard every sob. Tartar was with me when I was being ignored. Tartar was the friend who never judged me. You wouldn’t understand because you’re not the one who’s always hurting. You’re not the one who feels worthless. You’re not me—the one our parents think is a f*ck-up!”

It was a dance of vulnerability, each step bringing us closer to healing or pushing us further apart. Through tear-stained eyes and quivering voices, we dug deep into the depths of our souls. We bared our scars, exposed the wounds that had yet to fully heal. It was a painful process, but it was necessary for our growth, both individually and as a couple. Slowly, as the days passed, the wounds began to mend. We found solace in each other's arms, in the whispered promises of love and forgiveness. It was a delicate dance, one that required patience, understanding, and an unwavering belief in the power of second chances.

Gigi "There is nothing to forgive, Jessblue. I know you did not mean it. Hey, look at me!" Jessblue looks up at me while I caress her face. "Whatever is going on with you, Jessblue, I hope you find the strength to heal from this pain in your heart. If there is anything I can do to help you, please let me know! You are my friend Jessblue, and I don't want anything dangerous to ever happen to you. I would never betray our friendship! We have no one. We only have each other here in this horrible place that enslaves us."

I was crying in pain and pleasure. * #TBC

A true fighter can be identified in life, and not in a fighting ring, so that you get up again when life pushes you down and then play in such a way that life gets defeated. 🌹🌹 You Are My Obsession (Part 5) 🌹🌹 Vala couldn't answer as she let out her cries. "Whatever it is, it's okay, don't cry over it, sunshine." Blue told her and he started rubbing her back. "Well, I never know I'd see the day you will cry," Athena's taunting voice was heard making Vala to cease her tears. "Leave her alone Athena," Blue said.

I'm sick and tired of being here, of the people in this cerulean world. One of these days, I will venture into the sea I will venture into the sea, I will wear your color I will drink from your chalice, from the blue depth of love. Blue, blue like the moonlight, Bluer than every blue, I'm speaking of your eyes; those blue mendacities, Oceans of restlessness. Blue, blue like the moonlight, Too blue, I'm speaking of your eyes; those blue lies, The blue oceans. It'll embrace me, and I will submerge.

Now everything blue feels like love too Blue like the neon buzzing in a dive bar Blue like the denim on her hips in my car Blue like the echo when she says my name The color of calm and the color of flame I never meant to make her cry But she’s the best blue in my whole damn sky Yeah, baby, she’s my favorite kind of blue She walks like freedom, talks like truth A little bit wild, a little bit proof Of everything I never knew I craved Of every rule I never obeyed She— She’s the blue of a lightning strike Of ink-stained dreams in the dead of night She’s the bruise I’d wear again The one who tore me open, then Blue like the ink that I wrote her in Blue like the bruise where I let her in Blue li

Instead, I allowed myself to be completely submerged in it. It was better this way, wasn't it? Better to destroy myself from the inside than let anyone else see how broken I was. Looking up, I caught sight of the sky-a glaringly bright blue that felt almost too soft and gentle for someone who felt as fractured as I did. "What the hell is wrong with me..."I murmured under my breath, a fragile whisper that barely danced on the breeze. I didn't really expect an answer, nor did I want one.