Novel & Cerita It's Tearing Me Apart

“Lila called me. Justin’s a wreck. How are you here, alone?” I swallowed, tears stinging. “I broke, Sarah. The affair, the media, everything—it’s too much. I love him, but I can’t breathe in his world.” My voice cracked, the weight of my breakdown spilling out—sleepless nights, racing thoughts, the urge to vanish forever.

We walked in the same direction But this place is our last We used to talk about 'forever' But we're breaking each other down I thought we had the same dream But that dream became just a dream My heart is ripping, just set it on fire So the pain and the feelings won't remain You're my tear You're my you're my tear — BTS, Outro: Tear It hurt because it mattered. — John Green Autumn I took a hold of myself to ask one single thing that mattered, "Why?"

My life feels like it’s crumbling into pieces, and every part of me seems to be shattering and falling apart. I’ve never felt this way before; the pain is unlike anything I’ve experienced. It feels as if my heart is being ripped from my chest and my soul is slipping away. Richie has lost so much blood—way too much—and I can’t stop overthinking every word the doctor might say. The thought of losing him is unbearable; I want him to be okay, I need him to be okay.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I leaned forward, covering my mouth with my hand. It felt like something inside of me was tearing apart as it all came flooding back—Levi's face, his voice, and the way he looked at me when he said he loved me. It all went through my head at once, and I let myself fall apart. But somewhere in the middle of it, something inside me shifted—I became suddenly exhausted. I was not exhausted physically, but emotionally. I was tired of falling apart.

Shattered into a million irreparable pieces. The dam inside me finally shattered. It wasn't a gentle crack, but an explosion, a violent rupture that released the torrent I had been desperately holding back. I staggered back from the mirror, pressing a shaking hand over my mouth, desperate to stifle the sounds, as the sobs poured out, uncontrollable, ugly, and raw. They ripped from my throat, tearing through my chest, each one a testament to the agonizing pain I had suppressed for so long. I sank to the cold, unforgiving tiled floor, my knees pulled to my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, rocking back and forth, gasping through the storm of grief I’d been holding in since the mome

It was and is all pretend. Another muffled sob hiccups out of my throat at the irony. Suddenly, it isn't enough to remove the pictures from the wall. I fall back to my knees and shred each piece. Smaller and smaller I tear until I'm left with a pile of torn pieces that can never be put back together.

Splintered into a thousand razor-sharp pieces that tore through me, shredding everything inside. I screamed. The sound ripped from my throat before I could stop it, raw and animalistic. My hands clutched at my chest, trying to hold myself together as everything inside me came apart. I fell. My knees hit the stone floor hard enough to bruise, but I barely felt it. All I felt was the bond dying, the connection that had defined me for three years being ripped away like skin being flayed from bone. "Please," I gasped. "Please, no—"

He didn't even bother letting me know why he left. This is the very last time I'm ever letting a man win over my heart. I've been heartbroken way too much and I'm tired of getting hurt. My eyes are swollen and a puddle of tears are forming. "Why N? Why? Why did you leave me? I thought you loved me. You even promised that you won't ever leave me. You know what N, FUCK YOU!" I slam my hand next to the pillow he slept with and I hear a paper crumble.

CJ'S POV Tearing Terra? What does that Even mean? Tearing Terra? To tear her apart is like tearing me apart. When she's hurt, I hurt. When her heart breaks, mine does too. Even when I tried so hard to torture her and cause her pain, at the end of the day, I would feel so bad about myself and completely drained. I would lie asleep at night, thinking about her and that would tear me apart. Tearing her apart tore me apart too.

His presence was steady, grounding, the way it always was, and I hated that it made something in me want to unravel. And then, without warning, I broke. The tears came hot and fast, blurring everything. My chest clenched, and the words tumbled out before I could stop them. “I…I can’t. I don’t know why he had to come back now, why Mom looked so scared, why everything feels like it’s falling apart again…” My voice cracked. My throat burned. I tried to swallow it down, but it was too much. The storm I’d been holding back since last night ripped free.