Romans & histoires I Wanna Feel I Wanna Heal

he adds, “the more you attempt to heal—“ He pauses just long enough to create tension. “—the worse the condition becomes.” No one writes that down. “Now,” he says, turning to us fully, “how do you heal someone under its influence.” Silence returns to the class. Everybody is turning to face each other. A hand raises. “Remove it immediately.” “No.” Another voice comes from the back of the class. “Override it with a stronger restorative compound?” “That will accelerate the damage.” The tension tightens again.

"I'm repulsive? Look in the mirror! You're the one with a foot in two beds. If you'd kept it in your pants, we wouldn't be here. Blame your greed, not me." Isiah's rage peaked, and he delivered another blow that floored her. "Lies! If you hadn't seduced me, how could I have abandoned Floria?" He pivoted to me with a desperate expression, lunging for my hand. "Honey, I swear I was trapped. I'd never betray you otherwise. If I had known she had AIDS, I would never have touched her." He turned the slaps on himself, welts blooming red. "I'm scum. Punish me, scream—anything but divorce. Give me another chance. I can't live without you."

“I need to get through this last year, and I can get away from him, from here and from this life and start the life I want.” “What is it you want in life?” I ask curiously. “I want to help kids who have been through what I am going through. Maybe one has a husband and a family of my own. Before I can do any of that, I need to sort myself out.” “I hope you get everything you dream of, Gracie. When you do find that guy, make sure he accepts you for you, all of you, scars included.” My words are strained. “Who knows. I need to wait and see, I guess. What about you? What do you want, Ryland?”

"I'm really sorry such thing happened to you. High school can be tough, but let's just forget it happened and think of it as a childish act." Hearing that, Elaira didn't want him to think of what happen as a childish act as what Asher read was true. She hesitated for a moment before deciding to take the plunge. “Mr Walter, I've got to be honest. Those words Asher read out are true. I... I have feelings for you, and I know it might sound crazy, but I admire you so much." A moment of silence stretched between them and Bryan Walter's smile faded, and he took a step back as the conversation he had been trying to avoid unfolded. The only thing he managed to say was, "Thanks."

You're at peace and free now, just let the darkness consume you and the light fade. I didn't like that thought, it made me want to live now. Isn't it ironic you want to die but you don't die, then you don't want to die and you more than likely do die. Murphy's law exists here too, really? I smile inside my head to myself. I have decided to fight, I will not be the victim and I will not be the weak one anymore. With that said, I start to tell myself to heal, I concentrate on my body and the damage. I know it's harder to heal when you don't eat right or for longer periods at a time but I can do this. Now focus, your legs first, then your arms, then your face and then the rest of your body. You

My girl is so strong. I looked at my girl who is sleeping in my arms. I will keep her safe hereafter whatever happens. I'm going to stand up for her and make her love herself again. How am I going to make her love herself again? Loving someone is easy than loving yourself. I might not be there with her in the past, but in the present, I will make sure she is happy again forgetting all the bad memories. I'm going to heal all of her scars not only physically, but mentally. I will be her healer.

"Of what?" I looked down to the floor, ashamed of the way I was behaving. Ashamed of the things I had said and done. But most of all, ashamed that I didn't dare to be what he wanted me to be. His feet came into view before he lifted my chin and forced me to look at him. "Of what, honey?" Trev repeated. "I don't want to be a whore or a slut. I don't want to be a bad girl," I whispered in a small voice.

I stared at the lycans that were motionless on the ground too, and I felt lonely for being the only one remaining alive. "This is not right," I mumbled. I feel like my heart and my brain are going to explode from the pain and devastation. What more can I do? This is a second awakening, right? Then give me power to help them heal! Why are we even called healers if we can't even heal and can only destroy? Please, I want my lycans back! I keep grumbling on my own. I grabbed the spear close to me and aimed it at the core.

I want to forget about the fear and guilt and suffering we’ve been through these last several months. I want to find the mate they had taken from me. I want to rediscover her body and heal the broken little wraith we pulled from the back of that truck. I want to heal my own broken heart, and escape from the pit of despair I keep falling into when I think about our future. Maybe this is how we’ll do it. Maybe this is how we'll heal and forget.

And he drags a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. "I am doing this for you. For us.....We can't build our future if you continue to live in your past. I want you to get over your fear. I want you to sort out your feelings, Ash. I want you to come back to me as a whole. As mine. People say love can heal every wound. I thought my love will heal your wounds too. But I was wrong. It is your love that you need, angel. Only self-love can heal your wound. And I want you to love yourself. Go back to Springdales. Find yourself and come back to me when you are ready in a true sense of the word.