Novel & Cerita I Never Meant To Hurt You

Everything I have said thus far seems to have only driven her farther away. Under the strain, I say "Sophia..." my voice breaking. She winces a little but stays put. I carry on. Hurt you was never my goal. I never meant to ruin what we had, yet I did, and I apologize. I wish I could go back and correct it, but I cannot. I only need you to understand... that I am present now. I am staying put.

“I’m the one who’s been with you through everything. Not him. Me. I love you, Ivy. I’ve always loved you. Don’t let some half-remembered dream come between us.” “I’m sorry,” I whispered again. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I would never hurt you, Tati. Not in a million years. And if you can’t see that… maybe you don’t know me at all.” --------

People needed something to believe in, so they provided a positive spin on an otherwise gruesome story. "I am right here. No one is taking me. It was just a figure of speech. I wasn't thinking, and I didn't mean to hurt you." My hand slid from the back of his head to his cheek. It didn't escape me that our hold on each other was more intimate than it probably should be, but I wasn't ready to let him go. "I didn't like the way you reacted. I didn't mean to hurt you. I know you didn't know that at the time, but you intentionally tried to hurt me to get back at me."

“I never meant to hurt you.” My breath caught in my throat, but I quickly pushed the feeling down. I couldn’t let myself be swayed by his apology, not now. Not when I was already on the edge of breaking. “You did, Gideon,” I said softly, the words like a knife in my own chest. “You hurt me more than you’ll ever know. And I can’t let you do it again.”

ever. I hate it that I let you do that to me, that I let you break the promise I made to myself. ............................................ #Day 27. I wish I could device a way to show you how much you have hurt me, screw how vulnerable it makes me, I still want to make you understand what you have made me go through, I want you to feel every single pain I have been through....I never thought that I would ever want someone to go through what I have been through, but I want you to feel every single pain I have ever experienced....I want you destroyed like me, to have nightmares that won't let you sleep.

“And you never told me?” “I didn’t think it necessary, but I see now the truth is necessary. But I never meant to hurt you. I never tried to harm nor deceive you. You were… my way home,yes, but I've always loved you, Ivy. My mistake was not telling you from the start. And I'm sorry.” Tears pricked my eyes. I wanted to leave him there, alone and broken. Yet a part of me stayed, aching for the boy I thought I knew.

I laughed and said " what you didn't mean to do you think iam a two timer or a playboy to use your feelings just to satisfy my self you didnt mean to huh everything you did to me till now you avoided you treated me like a worst creature these all you didnt meant to right" I dont know why iam crying but she hurted me she hurted me very badly she is still crying my heart is aching I want to stop her but she needs to know my pain she said " no please don't say like that I know I avoided you but I didn't treated you bad I wanted to avoid you because I thought I may hurt your relationship so I avoided you" my anger still increased and I said very angrily

I said softly, my head lowered. “You did it on purpose, b*t*h, it runs through your veins!” He snarled. Tears slid down my face as the memory of my own mother returned. I never meant to hurt his mum, and all I wanted was to explain, but he would not listen. He shut his laptop loudly and stood as if to leave. I followed him and gently held his arm. “I’m really sorry,” I said again. “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. You nearly killed me without even asking what happened. I know you were scared, but I truly had no bad intentions at all.”

*"You're handling this perfectly. You don't need me." I'd said it to justify walking away. And tonight, I'd say it again. Meaning something completely different. But she'd heard the echo, felt the wound. "Fuck," I said to the empty car. I typed quickly. *I remembered. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it that way. Not tonight. Not ever again.* I sent it. In less than a minute, three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. *I know. Thursday.* Just two words. But through our bond, I felt her understanding. She's hurt. Her willingness to try.