Novel & Cerita Pain In My Soul

However, the soulbond wasn't always pleasant, whenever either of us felt either physical or emotional pain, the other would also feel it, and being separated was probably one of the worst pains. I suddenly felt a low stinging pain in my heart, it felt as if my heart was being slowly torn apart, with unimaginable despair. The despair I recognized as not being able to do anything to change or help the situation whatsoever. The despair of helplessness. Funnily enough, it went as soon as it came.

The harmless pain that pounded against my skull had spread around my body, its sharp pain causing me to groan deeply into the cold night. It felt like I was going to die, with pain writhing through every bone in my body, which seemed to contort against its joints. Another painful cry escaped my lips as I began thrashing on the bed, begging for the new pain that crawled into my chest to stop. It was as if it pierced my very own soul, while more pain pounded against my skull.

He went below to throw some blows between my legs and under my thighs. The pain filled every nerve in my body, running along with my blood. I could no longer feel alive. The pain was all-consuming and anesthetizing. Dear moon goddess, I desire nothing more than peace. Please, consume my soul, reduce my body to shreds. Do whatever you want but end this forever. And if you can't, bestow me with love and care for this pain is too much to bear. Tbc...

The roughness of my own voice scratched my throat hoarsely and I fell to my knees in a heaving mess. The carpeted floor cushioned the impact a little but pain of this action like every other part of my body rattled me to my core. And yet it was still bearable for the torture that my insides were feeling and my heart was suffering, would never be seen by this pathetic excuse of my mate. The physical pain could never compare to the torment of my soul. His mocking glance and Sofia’s pitiful eyes were a mockery to my own feelings and beliefs and with a raged groan of another rumbling pain I looked up at him and slowly stood up with the support of the table beside me.

SKY POV I couldn’t take it anymore! This immense pain that continued searing deep inside me day and night, making me feel like my own soul was slowly detaching from my body in the most gruesome way possible; leaving as a ghost shell of my former being, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I was tired of drowning in the lake of my own tears and feeling like nothing but a pile of waste on this earth.

I write it all down on pieces of paper that don’t interrupt me, don’t judge me, and don’t talk back. I don’t want to talk to people about what’s going on in my head. They always say, “I understand,” but they don’t. Not really. This pain, it’s not just sadness. It’s something deeper. Inside. When we were kids, we cried over scraped knees and broken toys. The pain was on the outside. But now? Now the pain is buried. It’s in my chest. My mind. My soul. And no one sees it, not even my own brother.

Like a whisper against fabric. Pain exploded through my chest. Not physical pain. Something deeper. Like someone was pulling pieces of my soul apart with hot knives. I screamed. Couldn't help it. The mate bond flickered. Our connection that had burned so bright just moments ago started to fade.

My jaw was locked tight, and I was gripping the edge of the marble table so hard it started to crack under my fingers. "I... I don't know," I managed to choke out. It felt like the kind of pain a wolf would feel when he loses his mate, or when she's in grave danger. It’s a physical destruction. It feels like a part of my own soul is being hacked off with a rusty blade. Every nerve ending in my body started to scream at once, a white-hot agony that made my skin feel like it's being peeled back. I hadn't felt this kind of soul-crushing pain since I lost Arcie. It was a dark, heavy reminder of a grief I never wanted to revisit.

Before I could retreat, they caught me—and burst into laughter. Humiliation burned through me. Annoyed, I stormed inside, slamming the door shut. My back hit the wood as I slid to the floor, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks again. “How long will this hurt last?” I whispered, my voice trembling as I clenched my teeth against the pain. After what felt like hours of sobbing, I forced myself up and headed for the shower. Yet, the ache wouldn’t leave me. My dreams of building a life with him—having his children—were officially over.

And the pain… it reached every single part of my body, of my soul. I've never felt anything like that in my life. It was like the pain of shifting but not fully shifting, combined with the pain of a rejected mate bond. No, it was worse than those two combined. This pain was indescribable; it was killing me. My whole body was on fire and on pins. My wolf mirrored my pain, so there was no solace, nothing at all to alleviate my pain. Then the whispers started: “Is she running mad?” “The pain of the divorce must be turning her rogue.”