I'm Ready To Be Hurt Again Novels & Stories

and now I realized how much I must have hurt him. I looked at my safe heaven and the moon shining on us... Last time when I was here I was with him, now again I am with him but there is nothing the same. Last time I was ready to share my safe heaven with him and now... now he is the man who has hurt me the most and maybe I am doing the same... trying my best to hurt him back... is that what I am doing? Hurting him to take my revenge? is that right? Is that making me feel any good? The answer is no... Seeing him in pain is making me feel more pain even after taking two pills. Not right... what is it between us that is broken but still not broken? What to do? I will never get closure like this

I want to scold myself because despite crying over that shameless man so many times before, I still let myself be affected by his words that really melt away the anger I feel. Maybe this is how it is when you love someone—you're ready to be hurt again just to feel them by your side. Even though I'm still afraid of what I'm feeling, I can't help but think about the days to come when I might regret not giving in to the anger I feel. It's not wrong to try again even if you have no assurance, but it's even scarier not to see him by my side every day that passes. I'm afraid that I'll be hurt again, but it's even scarier to see him love someone else. Maybe it's time to give in to my heart, right?

Actually everything’s not yet late to make everything right, are you still going to wait for the people around you t o get hurt? When we get back to the room, I sighed, and lie in bed. I didn’t mind the cup noodles. Bro, even if we fight sometimes, we must always be there for one another . I am so sad right now bro, I am feeling something and I don’t know how will I let it out. Tears just fell from my eyes. Hahahaha bro I am becoming cry baby. I just cry once in a motnh before sometimes, I really don’t because you know how to let me tell my feelings. I am hurt bro like crazy.

I said I heard how he cleared his throat many times before speaking "I'm...so...sorry " he blurted out "I know that I hurt you so bad... I know that "I interrupted him " There you know that it will hurt me, but still you did it.. what have I done to you Oab?" I said while controlling my tears " you know that the wound inside me is still in the process of healing itself, you know that I am badly hurt, you know that..but still you choose to hurt me again, to add pain to my heart" I shouted

“Fuck you a mean ass when you get played with.” “This is not the type of mean-ass that I would like to be.” There is a word that a man like me never needs to say but it has just become a word that will be uttered for the very first time. Regret. I regret letting myself out there to get hurt. Another word a man like me thought he would never say. Hurt. These have brought me to a wave of unmistakable anger. I am angry that I am letting a women hurt me like this. She is making me regret every single thing and the moment I have shared with her.

Sophia tried to hug me. "Nothing is going to be fine! Nothing is fine! Can't you see?!" I yelled angrily at her. I'm hurting right now. I don't know if anyone has ever been in my shoes before. Getting betrayed by the people you love and trusted the most. How do you feel right now, I wish my whole life can just crumble. I want to forget about everything and go back to how I used to be a month back but it's hard for me to do that.

At the woman who'd forgiven the woman who'd tried to kill her. "You're extraordinary," I said. "I'm practical." "You're a miracle." She smiled. "No. I'm just someone who's been broken too many times to want anyone else to suffer." The moon rose. The pack healed. And somewhere, in the mountains, a new threat was already gathering. Not today. Not tomorrow. But soon. And when that day came, We would be ready.

I tell Death, and I get up, running away from there. My eyes flash open. It's still dark, and Quill sleeps soundly with what looks like plugs in his ears. I try not to jostle the bed too much as I go to the restroom, and I wash my face, scrubbing my teeth, and then brushing my hair into a neat little bun. The bandages are all but ready to come undone, and I peel it off from my skin, wincing at the sting. My shoulder and arm are healed nicely, the scarring pink. I feel a bit self-conscious when I look at it, but I slip on the tunic, and the long trousers, tying up some boots.

Am I ready to get hurt again? Frankly, I wasn’t. “No, Enzo.” I said, “Let’s… let’s not do this.” He was confused, “What’s wrong?” “I… I’m not ready for this.” I said, “It’s not a good idea, Enzo. We are friends, and we work together. And… I’m not ready to get my heart broken again…” “Heart broken?” He said, “You think I’ll hurt you like the way Calvin does?” “I… I don’t know…”

"It hurt to be betrayed again. I don't know. I guess it's just that I didn't dare to so much as think of love for six years. And yet now, when I finally do, when I'm finally ready to try again, it turns out like this! It's made it so that I don't think I can trust people anymore. Any faith I had is gone." "Everything will fall in the right place. Don't worry babe!!! We're always with you. We know how strong of a woman you are. Don't let go of your shine. You can have much more than this. You deserve much better than those bastards. Give yourself some time to heal."