Novel & Cerita Love Unbreakable

“No! We don’t have to give our blessing! If I didn’t think your people weren’t watching us. I don’t know what I would do to you! I don’t trust you people! Tippa will only get hurt in a relationship with you, and you know this! Lord help me! If something happens to my niece, I don't know what I might do to you!” “Honey, calm down! Tippa is a grown woman.” “But, but...If you cared about her, you would break this off now! That’s true love!” Mr. Wilson said. “Sir and Mrs. Wilson. I can’t do that. I can't break up with Tippa. I love her with all my heart. Both our hearts will be broken.” “I doubt that very seriously! Save the hogwash for someone who will believe it, man!” Mr. Wilson stated."

I was too angry to talk to anyone at that point of time and just prayed to God to make me disappear from this selfish world. The anger that was bottling up inside me from yesterday’s evening left me thinking if something was left in my life or if everything had just faded away. It's already been a week since I broke up with my boyfriend. He started to frame me for things I never did. A PERFECT PSYCOPATH. What I find the most interesting is how much people prefer rumors above the bond they share with someone and the same happened to me. The most heartbreaking moment in someone’s life is when their most trusted relations just fade away when you need them the most, and I suppose that’s how life

She sobbed then, ugly and broken. But Alejandro just held her tighter. "You survived," he whispered against her hair. "You fought. You didn’t let it destroy you." "I’m still broken," she choked. "So am I," he said. They stood there, clinging to each other, two broken people trying to build something whole. Something real. Maybe love wasn’t about perfect people finding each other. Maybe it was about imperfect people choosing each other. Again and again. No matter what.

I sit up and look at the ground. "You asked me to try to love you, and when I say I do, you pull away," I say as I look up at him. He nods. "You know my history. I haven't known love. Hearing someone say they love me is new to me. I said that because I didn't want you to be overwhelmed. I never actually expected you to love me. I'm not trying to pull away, I swear. It's just different," I swallow harshly as I look away from him.

"It's proof that we can rebuild. That betrayal doesn't have to be the end of the story. That trust, once broken, can be carefully, painstakingly restored." My eyes found Dante's, and the love there nearly undid me. "It's proof that love, real love, is worth fighting for, even when it terrifies you. Even when the whole world seems designed to tear you apart. Even when holding on feels impossible." I was filled with emotions making my throat wet. "Sometimes the most beautiful things grow from the worst devastation. Sometimes broken pieces fit together in ways they never could have whole."

That maybe something buried in the dark could still find the strength to rise. Their love was buried beneath sin—and still, it rose, unbreakable.

"Eva, you don't have to be strong with me. You don't have to be anything except yourself. Broken. Scared. Traumatized. Whatever you are—I love all of it. I love you." Those three words. Simple. Devastating. Real. "I love you too," I whispered. "So much it terrifies me. Because everyone I love—everyone I let close—they end up hurt. They end up—" "I'm not going anywhere." His voice was fierce. Final. "You hear me? I don't care what comes. What horror. What impossible thing. I'm staying. I'm—I'm yours. Completely. Forever." "Forever is a long time." "Not long enough." He leaned down. Kissed me. Soft. Gentle. Like I was precious. Breakable. "Not nearly long enough."

"Love for your family. For Lyrics. For existence itself. Love is what makes you human. Hold onto that and you'll have a foundation to build from." "What if I forget? What if The Unmaker overwrites everything I am?" "Then you remember that Thelma and Xavier's love survived being unmade. Their bond was stronger than The Unmaker's order. Your love for everyone, for life itself, can be that strong too." I practiced until exhaustion. Until I could maintain my sense of self even when Luna used network techniques to fragment my consciousness. "You're ready," she said finally. "As ready as anyone could be for something like this."

​Her voice came through the receiver trembling, cracked and broken, as though she were struggling to breathe amidst a stifled, desperate sob: — "Adrian... I need you." ​Adrian froze dead in his tracks, the lit cigarette slipping from his fingers to hit the cold floor, completely ignored. That single word hit his ears like an electric shock, instantly dissolving his cold facade and the remaining haze of alcohol. He hadn't heard that word from her in years, and the sheer brokenness in her tone made his heart contract violently. ​The forced calm vanished entirely from his voice, replaced by a sharp panic and a raw desperation he could no longer hide:

"We're going to take our time." I brought my face close to his. I could smell the fear sweating out of his pores. It smelled delicious. "You taught me that pain is a lever," I whispered, watching the light die in his eyes. "You taught me that love is a weakness." I squeezed. His windpipe collapsed like a crushed soda can. "But you forgot one lesson," I said. "When you break a thing, and put it back together with hate... it becomes unbreakable." I twisted my wrist. His neck snapped.