Love Yourself Tear The Notes Novels & Stories

" I reached into my pocket and pulled out the folded notes-all four of them. I placed them in his palm. He looked down at them, then at me. "What are these?" "Notes. From someone." I swallowed. "I've been getting them for a few days now. In my locker. They call themselves my soulmate." Todd's whole body went rigid.

Sophia’s hands trembled as she grabbed it, the familiar handwriting twisting the knife deeper into her heart. *Sophia, I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I’ll always love you, but not like this. Not now. I’m not the man you think I am.* Her vision blurred as she crumpled the note in her fist. The humiliation was unbearable, the sting of betrayal searing through her. But it was the last line that struck her the hardest—a hidden message scrawled hastily at the bottom, almost as if he had second-guessed writing it at all.

A moment later, Can passed him an another note. The note read, "Why did you tear my heart into pieces and crushed it. My heart hurts, it's bleeding." "Who are you? Stop your fool.", Dae wrote and passed the note back to the guy behind. Soon another note came. 'It's not a prank. I love you. I am a girl. Catch me if you can.', Dae sighed and put the paper on the desk after folding it. Phet was trying hard to control his laughter. When Dae and Phet walked out of the class after the bell rang, a girl handed Dae a note.

I just can’t go on one day more I cannot. So not only have I been sexually molested but got an S.T.D in the process and if you’re reading this letter I’m upstairs in the bath dead, please don’t blame yourself hun. I’m just a fuck up bitch, take care of yourself and pas the note to my family so that they can know the truth. Your love Logan Writing from the tub XOXOXO” I feel I’m finally through. So I’m sitting here with 10 different pills crying heavily

My eyes moistened at his behaviour but like always I didn't sob. He searched his notebooks but didn't find them. I bite my lip looking at his pissed face. He took my notebook and tear it into two parts. His body language is yelling that he is not in his sense. Anger has fogged his sanity. He didn't stop there and repeat his act with my other three notebooks. He tore my four notebooks. He tore every paper of the notebook on which I have written my work and notes. Other than gasping and getting hurt by his act I did nothing. I was on the verge of crying when he slapped the torn papers of my notebook on my face taking me off guard by his humiliating act.

ADELINE I missed a note for the seventeenth time. The same fucking note. I slam my hands down on the table, the pain bursting through my veins. I do it again trying not to flinch. The room is still, everything paused except for my ragged breathing. I’m feeling agitated again. I rise suddenly, the bench tipping over. I grab the sheet music and rip the pages from the stand. They fall to the ground around me. Tears burn my eyes and a lump forms in my throat. Before I knew it, the sob wrenched out of me.

I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Love, Zane The note fell from numb fingers as she finished it. Copious tears ran from her eyes without any sound accompanying them but that of her heart breaking completely in two.

They make me so mad that I seriously consider being bitchy to them but then again I will remember that Micah hates bitchiness. Of all things for him to hate, why does he have to hate that one. I went to the locker room to change into my uniform only that as I got there I saw my things from my locker on the floor and a note on them which said ' we don't need you. Signed T. ' I am officially angry. That is it. I don't mean to sound like a record or like those people who say the most clichés stuff when it comes to revenge but Tiffany will surely regret this.

The living room opened onto a small terrace where the afternoon breeze stirred the wind chimes. For the first time in what felt like forever… I could breathe. As I unpacked the last of my things, something caught my eye. A folded envelope rested on the bedside table. There was no name on the front. Curious, I opened it. Inside was a single handwritten note. “You don't have to forgive me. You don't have to speak to me. You don't even have to see me. Just focus on getting stronger. I'll keep every promise I made today.” — Zayn.

Then I mouthed slowly, “One person’s trash is another person’s treasure. How pathetic.” Clearly, she did not catch on. She just saw it as provocation. She stomped her heel and scoffed. “You just wait!” My phone pinged with another message from Peter. He had sent me an encrypted file. [Ellora, the professor heard you’re willing to come back. He wants to know if you’re interested in this classified project. If you say yes, you’ll need to have your current identity wiped.] The wind outside rustled the branches. Melissa’s discarded pregnancy test was swept into the trash can.