My Love Isn't Fragile Novels & Stories

" Why did you? Why did you choose to go through this pain? She shrugged.. "I did what I had to" "No" I Shaked my head. "No" I pulled away from her,my head pounding. "Lyssa" "How could you hurt me this way? How could you choose to hurt us this way? "Rev...." "I loved you" I interrupted. "I love love and love you, don't you see? I've never stopped loving you, I've never stopped choosing you, I can't hate you, no matter how hard I tried, can't you see what I've been reduced to?

she said, standing up. "Listen, girl, not every man can stand their girl receiving the dicking of another man not to talk of men, even if it's their brothers. But he did and here you are thinking that it should be so. Let me tell you from experience that love is Fragile. There is only a tin line bordering love from hate. If you are not careful with it and allow real hate to grow in him, I promise you once you lose Ace, you have lost the other six. Think about it," she said, guiding my stunned self onto a seat. "I don't know the other six, but based on what I know, they all cherish Ace more than anything; if you know what I mean, you will know what I mean. In actual sense, the only person you

Well, I just can't suppress the sarcasm I am feeling when he called me love. I knew that I am fragile, but I can't believe that I am this fragile that I am also hurting whenever I see pain in his eyes.

dear fate, is that how you treat my fragile heart? All Hearts !!

Love Love ~.............................~

“We’ll keep talking, keep opening up, keep choosing each other even when it’s hard.” I nodded, emotion choking my voice. “Yes. Always.” He smiled then, a small, tender smile that made my chest ache. “Because love isn’t fragile,” he whispered, his words carrying the weight of everything we’d just shared. “It’s fierce.” And in that moment, I knew he was right. Love wasn’t something to tiptoe around or handle with trembling hands. It was a force, a fire, a promise that burned brighter with every act of vulnerability and every moment of trust.

The moment she draped a warm coat over him, the dam inside him broke. With a weak thud, he fell to his knees before Selena. All pride and dignity were gone. In the pouring rain, he sobbed uncontrollably. "Selena, please come home with me. I can't live without you. As long as you come back, I'll do anything–" Selena knelt down and gently wiped away his tears with her fingertips. Her voice was barely louder than a soft sigh. "Thank you for once bringing me home and staying with me through that long, bitter winter. But this is the last time we'll ever meet. Please, don't make me hate you. I'm not worth this."

I couldn’t hold back my frustration any longer and asked, “When I was growing up as an orphan, life was so hard, and I wished I had parents. Mom, Dad... you love me, don’t you?” The childish question hit them like a slap in the face. They stared at me, speechless and hesitant, but that hesitation was all I needed to see. Their faces paled, but they said nothing. I forced a smile, making it easier for them to uphold their lie. “I must be talking nonsense. After all, if you didn’t love me, why would you have brought me back into the family? You must love me a lot.” I didn’t wait for a reply. I just turned my back on them and headed to my room, leaving them with nothing but my stubborn retreat.

"Misty Lawrence, a heart has no room for two." A torn expression arose on Misty's face. Seeing Carter about to shut the door, she quickly grabbed his arm. "What if I let go of Zach?" Carter didn't reply. Instead, he pulled out his phone and played a video for her. It was footage of her smashing the gifts from him in their bedroom. "Zeke sent this to me. Misty, some things can't be fixed once they're broken." Even if everything was glued back, the scars would remain. He could never heal.

A crumpled bedsheet. The caption read: [Finally… with the love of my life.]