Love Yourself Tear The Notes Novels & Stories

Although she said she was fine, everyone knew she will need time to recover. After assuring her family that she was fine, and making a few calls to my mom, informing her about what happened, I finally found some time for myself. I carefully washed my wounds on the side of my waist. While Parker threw me on the bed, the edge wood placed near my bed, tore the skin on my waist open. I managed to hide it out of everyone's sight because that is the last thing I should be worrying about right now. I gently swept the blood and wiped the water with a tissue. I let my shirt fall when I was done, and washed my hands. I wiped the moisture from my face and heaved a sigh.

He is crying, seeing how lifeless the man looks. "I-I-I-I'm so s-s-sorry. M-May your-r-rest in p-p-peace!" he cries out. Chris wipes away the tears. He stops looking at the dead man. He turns around and walks back to the car. He opens the passenger's side, sits down, and close the door. Brian notices that his partner is crying. "Come on, ginger! Man up!" he forcefully tells him. "You know you will not get away with this. Your actions will come back and bite you in the ass," he warns him.

But as I pressed a hand to my chest, I now felt nothing. During my amnesiac days, I would sometimes cry for no reason. My heart would ache so deeply that I couldn't sleep for nights. Perhaps I had simply run out of tears. My emotions had been drained dry, and I no longer had the strength to care. That evening, Jude went into the bathroom to shower. Minutes later, he called out, "Serena, bring me my bathrobe." I was painting my nails and didn't want to ruin the polish, so I looked over at Maddie. "Can you do it? I'm busy."

It was so abrupt that it didn’t sit well with Rodrigue. Rodrigue nodded. "Got it. Once the Foxes are home, we'll bring this up with them." Silence. Warm tears rolled out of Bella's downcast eyes and splashed onto the backs of her hands. Pained, Rodrigue tried to pry open Bella's clenched fingers to comfort her. He discovered her nails had dug so deeply into her palms that they'd broken the skin. "Oh God!" he whispered. Carefully, he tended to the wounds. Bella gritted her teeth in silence. When he finished, she finally looked up. "I'm fine, Dad."

Claire exclaimed, throwing her phone at the news. “They want to publicly humiliate Scarlett!” It brought them to a halt because they remembered Scarlett, so they all looked at each other with only one thought on their minds. “Scarlett!” They all dashed to Scarlett’s room and flung open the door, only to find Scarlett sitting with her laptop in front of her. “S-Scarlett…” Scarlett smiled as she turned to face her cousins and Claire, aware of the truth. She just laughed and shook her head. “I’m fine. I know what’s true about myself,” said Scarlett as she wiped her tears.

Tears inexplicably started flowing from my eyes, even though I didn't feel sad, "Jacob, I once eagerly fantasized about marrying you. But now, when I think of a marriage with you filled with endless silence and arguments, I feel suffocated." "Chloe, can I change for you? I'll change everything you don't like, okay?" Before I could answer, Kai, standing beside us, suddenly covered his mouth and coughed twice, "Chloe, we're too late, the restaurant gave our reservation away. Let's order takeout and eat at home." I looked up at Kai, suddenly understanding his intention and nodded, "Yes, it's too late." My response was to Kai's suggestion, but I was looking at Jacob as I said it.

Like I was some random hookup he could discard in the morning? Tears continued spilling over, chest boiling with rage. I swiped at them roughly, jaw clenched so tight it ached. Of course he left. He was Logan fucking Draegor. Cold-hearted billionaire. I was just a mistake. A weak, stupid mistake who couldn’t keep her legs closed on her own engagement night. I was about to swing my legs off the bed when something caught my eye — a small white note folded neatly on the bedside lamp. My fingers trembled as I snatched it up, unfolding it fast.

I ask with venom lased in my voice. “You love.” “Hell no! We’ve already been through this, I don’t and I never will belong to anyone!” “Oh yes you do! And that person is me love.” He says with a little bit of an edge to his voice. I look him in the eyes and say, “Only in your dreams.” and walk away.

I was sadden when I saw dad struggling to find money so he could pay the damage till this year. I feel the table moved and rustling cellophane beside my elbow. I quickly wiped off the tears ricocheted. I sighed deeply and noticed the guy’s shadow in front of me. After I made sure that my face are not obviously shedding tears anymore. I lifted my head and look directly to the guy leaving. He didn’t say any words but only his bought food with a note says, ‘my offer of apology.’

He is so beautiful that my heart can't take that I have to give him up. But it's what I have to do. For his sake, not mine. My tears fall freely, and I try not to sob as I carefully extricate myself from his embrace, hoping he doesn't wake up. Both my pussy and ass are throbbing, and I wince when I pull on my pants, but it was all worth it. My body will heal. My heart won't. I find a notebook and pen in the dresser and write him a note. I don't have the guts to do it in his face, and he probably won't accept it anyway.