I Wanna Feel I Wanna Heal นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"They built a weapon. This entire Theatre is a massive transmitter. If we play the Zero Tape, it won't just heal the people in Owerri—it will permanently rewrite the 'Void' code in every brain on the continent." Julian stepped behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist as he looked at the console. "It’s a 'System Restore' for humanity, Elara. But to trigger it, you have to stay connected to the transmitter. The surge... it could burn out the 'Gold' in your blood forever. You’d just be a normal girl again. No more hum. No more light." I looked at the "Gold" scar on my arm, then back at the microphone. I thought of my 410 readers. I thought of the students at FUTO. I thought of the life I wa

"I can’t give you what you want." "But I–" I jerk my head and turn away from her, blinking back the tears that threaten to fall. "You’re right. I’m broken. Maybe far more than I realize. But another girl isn’t what I want. Another girl isn’t what I need. It has to be her; she’s the only one who can heal me. I know this. I can feel it. Even if I fuck ten girls, it wouldn’t make me feel better. It’d only make me hate myself more because after the few minutes of pleasure withers, I’d realize it isn’t her. I’d realize all through that rage, I was only lying to myself. Trying to convince myself I could move on." I sniff and turn to Janet. "Look, you’re better than this. You’re a quite nice girl a

I felt a wave of DÉJÀ VU I felt down My heart almost throbbing out of place My imagination going wide I feel my emotions disheveled My emotions trying to balance This weird feeling haunting me I keep praying vehemently I felt so low Happy at myself Disappointed with my feelings The feelings that refused to go away I feel so hopeless I need someone to trust with this secret Can I find one? I will keep waiting Waiting, controlling, and disciplining myself To keep this feeling at bay I pray in my heart To tell the right person

And when I could not find a way to release those emotions, that was when I understood hatred. And that feeling had stayed inside me for years. I don’t want Kate to imprison herself with hopelessness, hatred, and guilt. That was not a good place to be. I should know. I had been there. I sighed and said, “I’ve told you this before, swan. I don’t know a lot of things. But I know this one thing: you don’t get to heal by pretending you are okay. Faking it will not get you anywhere. You don’t have to rush healing. Instead, feel it. Feel everything. Let it hurt. Don’t fight it. Cry if you must. You are a person, you are allowed to do that. Scream, break things, go wild. Don’t hold it in. Keep doing

See, with your eyes, heart, It was you, the wound, scars and blood, Hear, I'm calling out, Don't block me, I'll shout more loud, Oh, don't you know, My breath, my heart was taken away, Without my knowing, stolen from days, It was you, the thief who left me on bay, I'm begging, on my knees, Stop, don't move, don't dare to leave, Oh, don't you know, My pride, lust and every last breath, I give it up, block it out, It was you I wanted, till life and even after death, I'm fighting, bleeding free, Don't go, who else will help me heal?

“I guess… I’m scared. Scared that this pain will never stop. That the person I was—before all of this—is gone. And I don’t know if I can ever be… whole again.” Her eyes softened, but her gaze stayed steady. “Healing isn’t about going back to the way things were. It’s about becoming someone new. Someone stronger.” Her words stirred something fragile inside me, like the first tentative shoots of spring pushing through frozen ground. “Some days it feels like I’m drowning,” I whispered. “The lies, the betrayal—they’ve sunk into me so deep, I don’t know how to find my way back up.” “That feeling is very real,” she said, nodding slowly. “But you’re here. You’re fighting for air. And that’s the bra

Bastian held Amy's hand and, as he led her to the car, he said, "Amy, I wi right all my wrongs, and I will make you the mother of our children. That is my promise to you. No matter what I have to do, you'll birth them, okay? This is your husband's promise to you. And once everything is resolved and you're back to your old self, let's go on our honeymoon. You know I messed up the last one, and you never got to enjoy it. But this time, I want to do everything right." Amy shook her head, "No, just the name alone 'honeymoon' scares the hell out of me. My last experience terrified me, Bastian, and I don't think I want to go through that again." Bastian reassured her, saying, "I will change your p

It was more than just changing environments; it was about changing perspectives, finding a new version of myself that wasn't defined by what I'd lost or by the people who had disappointed me. Sitting on my bed, I looked at the family photo my mother had given me, feeling a wave of nostalgia, but also a firm determination. I was no longer the Annie who was easily shaken; I was ready to face whatever came next, with or without Abby's forgiveness, with or without Peter's love, with or without Caleb's presence. This was my new life, and I would shape it my way. "Let's make a pact," I said to Summer, who was arranging her things on the other side of the room. "Here at Oxwell, we'll support each o

His hand rubbed slow circles on my back, the same grounding touch he’d used since the collapse. “I don’t know if I can do this,” I whispered when the sobs eased. “Be the person I was. Or the person I am with you. Everything feels broken.” “You’re not broken,” he murmured into my hair. “You’re healing. And I’m right here for all of it.”

“How will you heal me?” “Like I heal everyone that has a problem. I will make the darkness go away, I will restore you to your true self without a strong power trying to burst out of you at any given time. You just have to trust me. You want to be healed right? You want to be a normal boy so that you can have friends and not hurt anyone that comes close to you, right?”