It's Tearing Me Apart Novels & Stories

“But your love… your love feels like a cage. It’s suffocating. It’s destroying my soul. It’s stressing me the fuck out.” I shook, tears spilling freely now. “You… you bastard. How… how could you…?” My voice cracked, broken, trembling with pain. My world had just shattered in front of me, and there was no coming back from this.

My heart felt like it was being torn apart piece by piece. God, please make it stop. Please end this. I can’t take it anymore. I wanted to reach into my chest and rip my heart out. Maybe then it would stop hurting.

Tears stung my eyes and voice cracked. “Help me.” My voice shattered completely. “Please… help me.”

He might still look αt me like he didn’t know who to believe. And I couldn’t tαke thαt. My heαrt hαd αlreαdy been torn αpαrt so mαny times thαt it didn’t even look like α heαrt αnymore. It wαs just pieces now. I wαs truly‚ deeply tired of loving αnyone.

Something shatters inside me. I can feel the walls I’ve built around my heart over the past few months crumbling, piece by piece, no matter how desperately I want to keep them up. Althea is sobbing now, her hand shaking in mine as she wipes at her face. I attempt to pacify her but before I can stop myself, my own tears spill over, and we're both sobbing our hearts out. I don’t even know why I’m crying. I just know that something deep inside of me is unraveling, something I’ve buried so far down that I didn’t even realize it was there.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

As soon as I closed the door behind me, the tears I had been holding back finally spilt over, hot and angry. I sat on my bed, my hands shaking, burrowing my face in them. I didn't want to cry. I didn't want the entirety of that pain, which I had tried so hard to bury within me, to now break free and engulf me with flames. It was too much—all the memories, the feelings, the unresolved emotions surfacing right now that I had seen Dave again.

"Myla, wait-" I grab the scissors from my desk and the teddy bear from my bed and start tearing it apart, ripping out the stuffing and scattering it across the room. When I'm left with nothing but a pile of torn fabric and empty promises, I collapse onto the bed, my body wracked with sobs. Nothing makes sense and everything feels like a cruel joke. I bury my face in my hands and let the tears flow freely, the pain cutting through me like a thousand knives.

"Tristan, can you give me another chance? I made a mistake. I really did! "I really don't want to lose you because of that jerk. If you give me another chance, I promise I'll make it up to you in the future." I sighed and looked at her. "There are some things that can never return to the way they were. If a simple apology could solve the problem, there wouldn't be so many tragedies in the world." I closed the door without hesitation. No matter how much Callista banged on it, I did not open it again. After half an hour, the sound of Callista's voice outside finally died down, and I received a message from her, saying, "I'll make it up to you for what happened with Jeffrey!"

He had rejected me. A choked sob tore from my throat, my knees buckling beneath me as I collapsed onto the rough wooden floor. My body trembled violently, wracked with the weight of my sorrow. The dam I had built around my heart shattered, unleashing a flood of emotions I had tried so hard to suppress. Tears streamed down my face in relentless rivers, my fingers clenching into the fabric of my dress as though I could physically hold myself together. But I was breaking—splintering like glass beneath the force of my anguish.