Lay Your Troubles On My Shoulders Novels & Stories

Michael said "Shhh... don't say anything again Michael, I'm sorry this happened to you, you have always been my shield and the shoulder that lifts my burden now let me do it for you, let me be your shield and the shoulder that lifts your burden. I promise not to let you go" June promised him with all her heart.

On the last day before college entrance exams, Tristan Kelley, the most popular guy in class, let out an ear-splitting shout. "Everyone, skip the exam! Sage will pay out 50 million dollars!" He held up his phone, showing an insurance agreement he had signed with Sage, the AI chatbot, for everyone to see. All we had to do was miss the exam and we would receive 50 million dollars in compensation. "We're all bound for the best universities. In the worst case, we can retake the exam next year. "This is 50 million dollars. Do you think you'll ever see that kind of money in your life?" In my previous life, I called the police right away. I explained until I was blue in the face that Sage was j

“Look! I’m swimming!” “You’re not swimming; you’re on someone’s shoulders,” I muttered under my breath, though the sight of her joy made my chest ache. “You worry too much,” Kylan said from behind me, his voice low and teasing. I turned to glare at him. “Someone has to.” “Relax,” he said, placing a hand on my shoulder. “They’re safe with us.” I shrugged him off, crossing my arms. “I didn’t ask for any of this.” “No,” he said, smirking. “But you needed it.”

"If I keep on running, I will never be able to pull myself away from their clutches. Please, let me do this myself." "You don't need to do everything yourself, you have me." He whispered in the most sweet tone possible. "I know but I don't want you taking the lead everytime. I don't want you jumping in to save me every single moment." "But.." "Marcus.." I placed one of my hand on his cheek and gently caressed the spot. "Just listen to me this time. Let me take care of my problems too." I pleaded. "I told you already that I wanted to be a shoulder you can lean on."

I'ma be alone until it's finished This is the part where I tell you I'm fine, but I'm lyin' I just don't want you to worry This is the part where I take all my feelings and hide 'em 'Cause I don't want nobody to hurt me I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well Still no luck, but oh, well I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail It's stress on my shoulders like a anvil Perky got me itching like a anthill Drugs killing me softly, Lauryn Hill

I told him sadly, my heart pained as I thought about it. “Then we make it their problem, not yours. We’ll flip the cards, turn the fucking tables. We’ll do whatever it takes to make it their problem and not ours.” he replied fiercely. “You don’t need to bear the weight of their issues on your shoulders. That’s what I’m here for. We’ll untangle this mess one step at a time.” He assured me, trying to make me cheerful again.

Just lets me eat slowly, bite by bite, until the edge in my chest dulls a fraction. When I finally push the plate away, half finished, he gets up without a word. I think he’s leaving. But then he steps behind me and sets his hands on my shoulders. He starts to rub—slow, deep circles over the tense knots in my neck. His thumbs press down just right, easing the burn from days of stress. My head falls slightly forward, a low sound slipping from my throat before I can stop it. “You’re carrying everything like it’s yours alone,” he murmurs. “You don’t have to.”

The bubble, stay in the bubble. "Okay then. I trust you" I grin at him, taking the weight of the world off of my shoulders and setting it down, just for today at least. Today; I'm just going to sit back and enjoy whatever he has in store for me. He seems a little surprised as I shrug my shoulders and go back to eating my food.

I said with full determination. “Okay…” She muttered. “Sorry, I got a little intense back there. I am angry. I need to be angry at something or someone and not myself, if not, I would likely implode into little tiny bits.” I confessed to her. Her hands went to my shoulders, massaging in the stressful points until I felt like sighing and letting her carry all of my dead weight.

“Do you think I can do this?” “I know you can. And you won’t be doing it alone.” I smiled Pockets huffed in agreement and laid his head across our ankles. Lilac laughed then, full and bright, and leaned her head on my shoulder. “Okay,” she whispered. “Let’s say yes.”