It Hurts Me Too Novels & Stories

He was trying to stop me. “B-Bree…” “I’m still confused, I will just hurt you.” “I told you I’m ready to face the pain.” I shook my head and pulled my arm from him. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself but I couldn't. It is just so painful. It hurts so much I feel like my heart is being ripped apart. “I’m sorry…”

Why does everything hurt this much, even things that shouldn’t matter? Sunny and I have fought before, worse than this. We’ve walked away, slammed doors, cursed each other out… and still came back stronger every single time. That’s what we do. That’s who we are. I love her. So why does this feel different? Why does it feel like something just broke for real this time? I wipe my face angrily, hating the tears, hating the weakness, hating how everything inside me feels too loud and heavy, too much.

“I don’t know how to hold both of those at once.” “Maybe you’re not supposed to hold them at once,” I said. “Maybe they’re just both true, and it’s allowed to hurt exactly as much as it does.” “That’s not much comfort,” he said, echoing his own words back at himself from the study. “No,” I agreed. “But it’s honest.”

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.

become so sad to the point of tearing the hearts of others. "I tried to be cruel, tried not to care about you, but I really couldn't do it. Every word you said was like a needle piercing my heart, it hurt. Saying I was cruel, you say it again. Even when I touch her, her whole body trembles, she doesn't know that this moment makes me more helpless than ever."

I managed to croak, my voice breaking. Paul let out a deep sigh, his hand running through his hair. "Sarah is hurt, deeply hurt, you know." The words "She's hurt" echoed in my mind like a haunting refrain, reverberating through my chest and setting off a chain reaction of self-loathing. It felt like a dark tide was welling up inside me, threatening to drown me in guilt and regret. Memories of my past mistakes, selfish actions, and the times I had hurt Sarah came flooding back with relentless force. Each memory was a painful blow, a stark reminder of the person I had been.

RIVER It hurts. Finally, I felt excruciating pain. I didn’t feel numb anymore. I was hurt, and it was clear that Krew didn’t care about me, in contrast to how he said those sweet words when we were together. I thought I was terrible with men. I gave up.

“You went behind my back. How could you do that? I didn’t mean to hurt him. God, I would never hurt him. I love him. But he was so angry, so hurt, and I couldn’t get through to him. He wouldn’t listen. He looked at me like I’d betrayed him, like I’d done the one thing he could never forgive. My sobs grow louder. I curl into myself, trying to muffle the sound. I hate this feeling, the helplessness, the guilt. It’s choking me, and I don’t know how to stop it. I want him back. I want him to come back and tell me it’s okay, that we’ll work through this. That he understands why I did what I did. Please come back.

Aurora My side hurts in a way that feels deep and hot, like the pain has teeth and keeps biting every time I breathe. Each inhale pulls it wider. Each exhale reminds me it is still there. But even with that, even with my own blood soaking into my shirt, the image stuck in my head is Lucas. Lucas hitting silver.

Stop deceiving yourself and stop playing games with me. "You're really getting a kick out of this, aren't you?" I said with a slight jest in my voice, trying to mask the hurt that was bubbling up inside me. The chuckles from your lips only served to deepen the wounds, reminding me of how much you've changed. It's like a knife twisting in my heart with every laugh. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore; they flowed freely down my cheeks, tracing the path of my brokenness.