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His voice rumbled like thunder, breaking through the core of my heart and spreading that kind of pain which leaves the body numb and the lips clamped all over me. His voice echoed in me and appeared like a two-edged sword used to slash not only my skin, but also my spirit and soul. I felt the sharp and overwhelming anguish course through me so badly that I flopped to the ground, groaning as the excruciating pain made it hard for me to scream. My wolf let out a painful howl as she limp and pant in heartbreak. I could feel her sadness, and it added to misery in me.

It was a pain that transcended the physical realm, an emotional burden that weighed heavily on his soul. With each beat of his heart, Axel felt the intensity of the pain grow, threatening to suffocate him with its sheer magnitude. It was a pain born of longing, of yearning for something that felt just out of reach. And try as he might, he couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that gnawed at his insides, leaving him gasping for air in its wake.

he lets go of my hand and stands up. “I have also been in pain once, the worst day of my life.” I say hurriedly, my stare burning into his back and he stops in his tracks, “I always thought I was immune to pain especially after that day..but today, today destroyed me. My dead heart came back to life but not in a good way, it came back to life bleeding and that blood broke my very soul.” I stand up and walk slowly to him, I hold his hand again, resting my forehead on his back feeling his breathing, “pain doesn't define us Justin, it makes us stronger”

'Fear, it's in your mind, fight it. Pain, it's in your body, endure it.' DarkVergent Samantha Red's POV Pain A pain that would stop you from uttering a word, moving and anything alive person could do. A pain that killed me and turned me into a living corpse. A pain in my heart that felt like being stabbed a thousand times. A pain in my body that would heal but will leave a deadly nightmare of the past.

hurting painfully. I promised myself that from that day forward I would be cold and close to love, I would get involved, but I couldn't get attached to any woman that passed in my life, it was always the same thing, I remembered Suzane , how she was taken from me, how my son didn't have the slightest chance of coming to life, this was taken from him without even having the slightest chance to choose. I've been living with this pain since then, this past of mine haunts me and brings me painful pain, it's not a physical pain, I feel a pain in my soul, a pain that has no end.

My heart almost stops beating and pain radiates through my soul. I hate him. I hate him so much.

A bone-deep pain instantly tore through my body. I let out a muffled gasp and collapsed onto the cold floor. Cold sweat drenched my back in seconds. I felt as though my soul was being torn apart. Yet, compared to the heartbreak from just moments ago, this pain felt much milder. With my gaze locked on the bone ring, I whispered to myself, "Just five more days, Tori Dawson. Five more days, and you'll be free from this ridiculous farce."

My body aches for his warmth, my soul longs for his presence, but all I have is emptiness. The alcohol has numbed nothing. If anything, it has only made the pain worse.