Love Yourself Tear The Notes Novels & Stories

This was love trying to find a way to stay after the heart stopped beating. “Noah… please, no more,” she whispered. His eyes met hers, and for a second, he was entirely himself—no machines, no blood, just the man who loved her. “I… need… to,” he breathed. The notebook grew heavy with the weight of a life being handed over. Finally, his hand slowed, the pen slipping from his numb fingers. His strength was gone. Lydia moved in, taking the pen. “You’re exhausted. That’s enough.”

Although she tried to stay strong her tears were betraying her. Hernan also came forward and placed his hand on her head and while caressing he said, “Reese don’t you trust your brother, I know I failed you but don’t you have any confidence in us. How such a piece of shit can shatter you like this? This can be managed.” Her eyes again filled with tears but this time it was because of seeing the love and warmth of the people around her. She always felt blessed to have them in her life. “I am sorry!” She said while lowering her head.

There was a note on top of it too. She moved closer, not knowing if to touch it or not. She decided not to use her bare hands, she looked for a stick and used it to hit the note until it fell off. She used a stick to drag it close to her feet, shaking as she did it. Then, she picked it up and it read: “This is a warning not to touch what is not yours. Let’s be civil people. I hope Lucas looked good in his final moments. Love - Kai”.

The sound cuts through the chaos. Their hands freeze mid-air. Both turn toward me—breathing hard, eyes blazing. That’s when I see it. Blood smeared at the corner of Lior’s lips. My chest tightens. I rush toward him without thinking, my fingers trembling as I touch his arm. “Lior… are you alright?” He gives a faint shake of his head, but before he can answer, Liam’s voice slices through the moment. “You’re unbelievable,” he says, his tone thick with disgust and heartbreak.

"Okay, if that's the case, put away that look on your face. I want you to make sure our wedding goes smoothly." He then turned and left without looking back. I trembled as he slammed the door on his way out. When I looked up, I realized my face was already wet with tears. "Ring!" It was the sound of my phone ringing. I looked down and realized it was Henry's best friend, Grant Sawyer. "Julia, I heard Henry's marrying Nina? Do you need my help this time?" The moment I decided to break up with Henry, I had never considered the possibility of going back to him.

Crystal wipes her tears with tissue from the box that Leo is holding. "Honey, can you please stop crying? All the guests in this room may be out of tissues because you spent them wiping your tears." Leo stated. "I'm so touched to see Irene finally getting married," Crystal, who didn't care, continued to sob. A few moments later, Crystal waved to Irene, who began walking toward her. Before walking to Irene, Crystal quickly wiped the water from her eyes and nose with a tissue and threw it at Leo. "Hey, did you cry the whole show? Your eyes are puffy." Irene said after letting go of her hug.

Hecate was in deep thought as she rested on the roof near the window. Before she knew it, she was struck on the wing. She fell down the three-story building. In order not to disturb the neighborhood, queen Lorelai did not go after her. The bird lay helpless on the floor. She was not to be there till the following morning but she was too hurt to fly.

“Melody. My sweet Melody. I’m so sorry, my love.” Hearing him calling her name, she abandoned the window and rushed to his side. “I’m here, Ian. I’m here.” She took his hand and kissed the back of it while she fought the tears that welled up at the sight of the wounds her father had yet to bandage. She’d cried way too many tears since she’d entered the camp. It was time to stop and be brave for Ian. Adam placed clean cloth over several of the more serious wounds and handed the end of a long, thin bandage to her. “I’ll sit him up and you wrap this around him where the bandages are to hold them steady.”

The floor is clean. He’s good. I start checking backpacks. SJ’s bag is first. A folded piece of paper falls out. I unfold it. A note. From Miley. I read it quietly. I’m so sorry my love that we can’t be together…blah, blah, blah.... Teenage love drama. I laugh softly and slide the note back into his bag. Then I finish up his room and step out. Next stop is my bedroom. I walk into the closet and stare at my clothes.

On the third sheet of paper, she watched, appalled, as her hand wrote, I love you. Tears started flooding down, and she flung the incriminating shred of paper at the trash basket, despising the little hiccupping sounds that were jerking out of her throat. She wrote Sorry. in a big childish scrawl, and laid it on the rumpled bed. On impulse, she dug into her purse and pulled out the sack of lucky dollars. She pulled one out and held the chilly coin until it had absorbed the heat of her hand, silently wishing him luck. All the luck and love in the world. She dropped it on top of the note, and fled.