It's Tearing Me Apart Novels & Stories

They hit the walls, leaving dents in the plaster, their rage clear in each move. "I can't do this anymore," I whispered, feeling like I was about to shatter into a million pieces. It felt like a plea being torn from my soul, a desperate appeal for relief. Kha turned to me, his eyes wide with panic. "What? No. You can't pull away again. Not now. We need you. We need you so much." I felt like I was being pulled apart. "I'm not leaving you. I'm not leaving either of you... I just... I just need a break, okay? This constant, never-ending thing. It's killing me."

Breaking up with Reed feels like shattering my soul. Tears threaten to resurface, but I steel myself against the overwhelming emotions. I cannot afford to let them consume me again, especially now. The internal struggle intensifies as I grapple with conflicting thoughts. Maybe Mrs. Sterling is right. Maybe time will heal the wounds and allow me to move on. I repeat these assurances to myself in a desperate attempt to find comfort, but deep down, I know it’s a futile endeavor.

“Because you lost hope of having Scarlett Venice?!? Because you didn’t wait?!? I’ve heard those words over and over, dad!” I combed my hair because even my father is turning against me. Not only that, but I don’t want to get to where our entire family is destroyed. “P-please, listen to daddy…” I shook my head, but tears welled up in my eyes, which I wiped away. “No, dad, I can’t listen yet,” I said, turning away from him. “Scarlett—”

"Oh, Zara..." "I know you're disappointed," I said gently, "and I know everyone has worked so hard. But it feels like I'm being ripped apart. The damage is already done, and I've lived with it for so long. I have the answers now, but I can't keep putting myself through this. I can't keep hoping that something will change, because I know it won't." I took a deep breath, the words heavy in the air.

I whispered, shaking my head slightly. “I’m not ready to face this.” Tears welled up again, slipping down my cheeks. “Why?” I cried softly. “Why does everything keep happening like this?” My grip tightened around my phone. “The more I try to run away… the more I try to make things right… the more everything falls apart.” My voice broke completely. “And tears me apart…” The wind brushed past me, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside me. Nothing could. Because right now—

All the broken pieces locked together. Tears poured down my face uncontrollably. My breath stuttered.

A knot in my chest unfurls, and a dam bursts open. I promised myself no more tears, but god, I’m exhausted. I’m really, really, exhausted.

Weaker. Broken. My heart shattered into a million pieces. “Jeffrey,” I whispered. My knees gave out beneath me as tears streamed freely down my face.

His eyes cut to me, gleaming, and my knees nearly buckled. “Shut up!” The word tore out of me before I could stop it. My hands flew up, gripping Theo’s arm, shoving weakly at Damien’s chest. “Stop—both of you!” They froze—not because they wanted to, but because of the desperation cracking in my voice. My chest heaved, tears burning the corners of my eyes. “You’re tearing me apart.” Theo’s grip faltered. His knuckles were white, his breathing ragged, but his eyes softened when they met mine. “Eliot…”

Everything I've held desperately tried to hold together finally, cruelly, falling apart. And I scream. And scream. And scream until—