My Love Isn't Fragile 소설 & 이야기

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.”

“You’d have to kill me first.” “Don’t tempt me. You keep stealing my fries.” I smiled. He leaned his forehead against mine. “We fight this,” I said. “Together.” And as the city buzzed below, as the stars peeked through clouds and the music faded into memory, I knew one thing for certain: This love? It wasn’t fragile. It was forged in fire. And no paper, no lie, no villain could tear it down. Not now. Not ever

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.”

Every word from Silas and Edgar cut right through me, digging into the pain I was already carrying. I had no idea pain could hurt this much. It felt like my heart stopped beating for a second. "Cecilia, why are you home?" Lisette froze when she saw me at the door, like I wasn't supposed to be there. "I live here. Do I have to check in with you every time I come home?" "I didn't mean it that way..." Lisette began crying, looking vulnerable.

Gia regretted it instantly. "No! You have every right to ask... Because you’ll probably never hear that word spoken to you from me." Raven looked at her with a sorrowful gaze. "I don’t need it as long as you continue as you are." Gia didn’t feel the need to hear that word from Raven’s lips. Everything Raven had done for her was enough to make her feel loved. Raven gave a sad smile. He was silent for a moment before finally speaking. "I hate the word love because everyone I ever loved has ended up leaving me."

She looks hurt before speaking “Okay a walk would be good lets go get some fresh air” What part of space does she not understand “Harlow I’m going alone I need space to think!” My impatience is clear now. you would need to be on another planet not to get how I am feeling. Her eyes water and tears flow freely down her cheeks “From me? Why?” It sounds like a whine. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to push down the immediate cruel response that wants to come out. I was sure my love was strong and assertive not whining and weak, a little voice inside whispers your love is, what a strange thought to have.