Novel & Cerita I Am Blue In Pain And Fragile

I turn it over, I turn it over I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you And it hurts like hell -Cut by Plumb I’m not a stranger No, I am yours With crippled anger And tears that still drip sore A fragile flame aged With misery And when our eyes meet I know you’ll see I do not want to be afraid I do not want to die inside just to breathe in I’m tired of feeling so numb Relief exists I find it when I am cut I may seem crazy Or painfully shy And these scars wouldn’t be so hidden If you would just look me in the eye I feel alone here and cold here Though I don’t want to die But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills i

They were the same haunting, solid blue as Aradaa’s. The glass cracked.

I stood in the quiet, my chest still too tight. Years of torment crashed over me like a tide. My hands shook as I pressed them to my face. “Why me?” The words slipped out, broken. Inside, Blue stirred. Her voice was steady, a counter to my trembling. “Because you were chosen. You are stronger than they know. We can start again. We can fight back.” I shook my head, falling onto the bed. “I don’t feel strong, Blue. I feel… ruined.” “You are not ruined,” she replied firmly. “You are still here. That is strength.”

ALONE. Love. The word was a joke. A insult. The pain came again. Not a twist. A crack. A deep, internal splintering, right where my heart was. I cried out, doubling over on the floor. THE BLUE MOON DOES NOT NEGOTIATE. Another crack. Ice spread through my veins. I looked down. Grey, rocky lines were crawling up my arms, spreading from my chest. I was turning to stone. I could feel it hardening, sealing me in.

“Just… stop, Liam. I can’t keep doing this. Pretending we’re okay when we’re falling apart.” Liam’s jaw tightened. “So what? You’re giving up? After everything?” Blue swallowed hard, vision swimming. “Maybe I am. Maybe it’s the only way to save what little of myself I have left.” The words tasted like blood on his tongue, but once spoken, there was no pulling them back. Liam staggered as if the ground beneath him had shifted. For a moment, his mask cracked, and Blue saw the fear hiding in his eyes—the kind that mirrored his own.

She shook her head Angelo didn't move even though Bluey's hand was bleeding,he added more presure to the sword as he was in pains The pains of seeing Richmond again was nothing he could comprehend More blood dropped to the ground Bluey bit her lips hard to keep her from crying m It hurts but she was determined not to make a sound "Angelo," She whispered his name weakly. "It's me. Just me.... You're hurting me ." She gritted her teeth together as she was becoming weak The voice weakened him. He tried controlling it. It was her, he knew it was hard but it was fucking hard "I can't... I can't control it. " His breathing was loud and heavy as he added pressure "Argghhh!! "Bluey screamed out and

"Try this one." Sapphira twisted, watching her reflection in the mirror. The metallic blue dress hugged her waist and flared out at her hips, its enormous skirts completely covering her feet. It was heavy, and the bodice pinched her ribs as she breathed. It had been a long time since she had worn a dress like this. "Oh, you look beautiful, dear." "Thank you. I can't take it, though." She frowned pensively, looking back at her reflection and swishing the skirts.

As soon as I got to the split in the path, my attention was instantly pulled towards my destined mate and at the same time, my heart broke. He was handsome, that was absolutely certain. He stood about six-foot-something, was athletic in build but not overly muscular and had dyed blue hair, which he had grown out past his shoulders. His stubble, however, was rather blond, which hinted at the true colour of his hair. Two beautiful blue eyes had flecks of green within them, which melted my heart. Yet his expression was one of knowing what I was, and he was not happy to see me at all.

" Please forgive me. " " Have you forgiven yourself Blue?" ©#KCMmuoe

It feels like my jaw may break and that I’m frozen as stone as I arch and tense. A blue light, soft at first, fades in from the corner of my sight, and somehow, as it grows and gets brighter, I feel like I'm being lifted out of pain and torture, and somehow, the frills of my suffering are strokes and eased a little at a time. Dampening, softening, and soothing like a gentle caress. Dousing the fire, unbending the bones. Releasing the tight grip over my entire being. Numbing the breaks.