My Love Isn't Fragile Novels & Stories

She was silent, eyes glistening, shoulders shaking from the quiet tremble of her breath. Then, in a whisper, “So what, you won’t do it?” “I’m saying,” he replied, eyes locked to hers, “that if you need me to isolate myself from my past just to feel secure… then we’re building something fragile. And fragile things break.” Her breath hitched. The silence between them grew too heavy. “I love you,” Rene said, voice cracking, just a little. “I love you in ways I didn’t think I could anymore. But if you don’t trust that… then no promise, no sacrifice, no distance from anyone will ever be enough.”

Little did I knew if I would ever be able to live without him. According to some people love makes you stronger but I had turned fragile and vulnerable in love. When a single person turns out to be our world a single instance of distrust or heartbreak could shatter all of your worlds. You are like a fragile piece of ice; hard to under different net circumstances but it melts as soon as it faces some warmth. "What are you thinking?" He asked brushing a finger over my neck and his lips slammed over it. I quivered at his instant reaction, all my thoughts were evaporated along with the steam that our bodies induced.

Just the man who has stood between me and every storm since the day I woke up reborn. “What is it?” he asks, searching my face. “I was just…” I hesitate, then decide not to soften it. “I was thinking about how easily everything could still fall apart.” His jaw tightens not in anger, but resolve. “And?” “And how, in my first life, I believed love was something fragile. Temporary.” I inhale slowly. “I was wrong.” His eyes darken, the intensity in them stealing my breath. “Love isn’t fragile,” he says. “People are. Choices are.”

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I didn’t flinch. “Let me tell you what love is,” I continued, voice low but sharp. “It’s not screaming louder than your partner just to prove you're still in the room. It’s not dragging their pain into the spotlight to flex your strength. And it’s definitely not fucking around when he's not around.” Her hand twitched at her side, and I knew she wanted to slap me. Maybe scream. Maybe cry. But she couldn’t. Because deep down, she knew I was right.

I asked one more time, the question fragile as glass. He placed his hand gently over mine on my stomach. “Yes.” “You don’t know that.” “I know that right now, there’s life. And that you’re going to love this child fiercely.” “I already do.” “I know.” His thumb brushed lightly against my knuckles. “And love,” he continued softly, “is not a weakness, Avelyn. It’s not what destroys you. It’s what kept you alive this whole time.” My breathing steadied gradually. The emptiness didn’t vanish.

There were countless beautiful girls in the world—fair-skinned, lovely-faced. Aria’s body, however, was covered in burn scars. No man would love that. They’d only feel disgusted. This world was just that cruel. Love was built on money and beauty. That so-called Platonic love? Total bullshit. After everything she had been through, Aria had already seen through it all. “But Aria, I want to marry him.” “Marry?” “I want a wedding. I want to adopt a child. Just the three of us—we could still be happy.” Philip’s face lit up with hope.

“I just… don’t want to be treated like I’m fragile.” “You’re not.” His voice is gentle. “But you’re also not invincible.” “I feel like if I stop, even for a second, everything will fall apart.” “It won’t.” He leans in slightly. “And even if it does, I’ll be here to help you pick it back up.” His words hit me harder than I expect. I exhale, rubbing my temple. “I hate this.” He cocks his head. “Hate what?” “Feeling like this. Irritable. Snappy. Like I don’t even recognize myself.”

"Cecilia, if you're mad, take it out on me or Silas, and leave Lise out of this. She's already been through enough." She'd been through enough? What about me? What about when I was up in the mountains, freezing to the point of having a heart attack, shaking from the pain, begging them for help? They were too busy carrying Lisette, who still looked perfectly fine back then. While I lay unconscious in the hospital, Lisette was busy posting photos on Instagram—of her, Edgar, and Silas having fun and living it up. Her captions made my blood boil. She wrote stuff like, "Thanks for always being there", "Thanks for all the love", and "Thanks for everything you've given me".

She shouldn’t have been so forward with her question. Raven shook his head, pushing away the gloomy thoughts. “Don’t apologize. It’s a fair question. I’m just too weak,” he admitted, half-annoyed at his inability to suppress the grief. “Loving isn’t a weakness, Rave. It’s human. Sadness is a sign that we care and love. It’s normal to feel sorrow when we lose someone. Don’t see it as a weakness.” “Haze, why do you always have the perfect answer for such moments? I’m older, but you have a much larger stockpile of wise words!” Raven’s tone returned to normal, no longer heavy with sorrow.