روايات وقصص ضمن I Wanna Feel I Wanna Heal

So close I could hear his breath, the subtle hitch in it. “What if you make me feel that it can be different?” I asked in a voice barely above a whisper. His brows furrowed. Still, he didn’t step back. “What do you mean?” I swallowed. “I mean, what if I feel stronger… better about myself because of the effect that I have on you?” My fingers reached out and trailed lightly over the fabric of his shirt. I felt his warm skin beneath. “What if you show me that the path to healing can be different?”

Until my sides hurt. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Belle staring at me, her expression filled with pity and concern. That look snapped something inside me. “What?” I shouted. “Do you think I’m crazy?” My voice trembled with anger. “I’m not crazy,” I hissed. “I’m not insane.” The words spilled from my lips with an intensity that surprised even me — a desperate attempt to assert control over the chaos threatening to consume me. But beneath my anger, I could feel the cracks forming.

He asked, his voice filled with panic. Tears ran down her face but she quickly wiped them away. "I'm alright." She said calmly. Alex got up and tried to walk but she was in agonizing pain. "I'm going to take her inside, she can't play anymore." William informed everyone and carried her inside. Alex spent the evening lying in bed while everyone else sat outside around the fire. She really needed to have a cigarette. Alex got up and stood on her foot. It wasn't as painful as before but she still struggled to walk.

*Faith POV* The car idles as I sit and stare at the garage door. A stray tear slowly weaves its way down my cheek as I swipe at it furiously. I hate feeling like this. My therapist keeps telling me that healing is a process and even when I ‘heal’ I’ll still have moments when I’m not ok. And today I’m not ok. I feel emotionally drained, and all I want to do is sleep for days. I hate these scars that make me feel so ugly and imperfect.

he paused and touched my cheek and a broad smile spread on my face. "I want you to be my healer, with you by my side I can heal from the inside and let go of my past. I want to know what it feels like to love and be loved. I want my heart to heal from that trauma, I want you to help me forget everything. Would you accept to be my healer?"

"That's what happens when you don't listen. I was trying to love you, and I know I was wrong for that, but the way you treated me was horrible. You called me names and yelled at me. You hurt me emotionally and mentally. I was emotionally scarred, Haden. I don't blame you for all my suffering, Haden, but I hold you accountable for part of it." "Aubrey, I wish you would come back to me. I can show you that I'm a changed man. Ivory screwed me over, and I just want to be happy again. I found out that the baby wasn't mine. I found out that she never loved me and she used me. My heart is broken, and I need you to heal me. You always loved me."

“Yeah, man. Take me anywhere. Tonight, you’re my guy. Help me forget about this mess, and tomorrow, I want to wake up a different man.” There was no harm in letting loose a little. I had earned the right to feel, to hurt, and now — to heal.

That's all you all are good at, raise the phones up create your own scenarios and rumors, I'm here for it all Zuri Campari Banks, crazy ass Nepo baby, that needs rehab when she clearly doesn't. I am human like you all okay? Get that into your heads, you all would understand that if you also got cheated on by your boyfriend with a senior you admire and trust! Gets accused of physical violence, then accused of drugs and needing mental health consultation. I will not keep quiet! I will not! You all want to ruin me, but I don't mind ruining me before you do! I am still iconic and you all will forever tag me as that!

his mother warned sternly, her words laced with an ominous tone before following his father. "This is more difficult than I thought," he muttered, his voice heavy with despair. Ciara, stepped forward, her eyes glinting with determination. "Oh really? Then I'm going to help you out on this," she declared, her tone confident. Richard looked at her, puzzled. "How can you help in this situation?" he asked, hoping for a glimmer of hope. Ciara leaned in and whispered something into Richard's ear. He shook his head, his eyes wide with disbelief. "No, no, no. What if it doesn't work?" he protested.

Celia began softly, her voice raspy, “this place… It’s suffocating you. Every hallway whispers Zayn’s name, every glance reminds you of what could’ve been. You’ll never heal here.” Jada’s eyes dropped to her hands. The ache in her chest deepened. Celia reached over, her thin fingers curling around her daughter’s wrist. “Go abroad. Enroll in one of the programs I’ve been arranging for you. Leave this weight behind. Start fresh.” Jada’s lip trembled. “And leave you?”