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I felt the gentle breeze on my face, and my gaze naturally lifted to the sparkling stars in the sky. "Love is what grows over time, rooted in a deeper connection. Maybe that's why as my love for him deepens, accompanying pain inevitably follows because pain becomes a part of love. When you love someone deeply, you open yourself up to the possibility of experiencing pain, and that's what I'm going through now. I may be good at solving problems, but this feeling makes me weak, stupid, and dumb." "And that's why, even though I'm hurting now, I still want him to be with me, Kalel, even if it hurts. Because when the pain in my heart finally fades, that's when I'll realize that I don't love him an

Tears streamed down his cheeks, mingling with the anguish etched upon his features, as he grappled with the unbearable weight of loss. It was a pain that consumed him whole, gnawing at his heart with relentless torment, leaving him adrift in a sea of sorrow. In that moment, he felt as if the very fabric of his being had been torn, leaving behind only the hollow ache of a love now forever beyond his reach.

Is this how love works? What is this pain? What is this love? These questions had no answers, and I was not even ready to snap out of my dark world of anguish and loneliness. My eyes had grown bloodshot and incredibly swollen from all the scorching tears. My voice had gone hoarse from trying to stifle my hard, racking and heart-rending sobs. My entire body ached and hurt from the emotional turmoil I was trapped in, but nothing ached as much as my brutally shredded heart, and my bleeding soul.

Trusting someone that they won’t leave. It’s scary as fuck. And you are right to be scared. I’m scared, too. But love is also the most beautiful thing there is. It’s emotion, power. It’s healing and pain. It’s both pleasure and suffering at the same time, but damn, it’s beautiful. We wouldn’t be going back to it if it wasn’t. We wouldn’t have hope to love again someday if we didn’t love the love itself. But, what happens when the painful past is stronger than our hope? What happens when we’re too afraid to face the love?

It was about the emotion that lied beneath it and expressing that the only true way we knew how to. And it was, because he moved slowly and torturously inside me. My hips grinded slowly, in time with him. But our kiss never broke. Our grip never wavered and our tears didn’t stop falling. Because pain and love are one and the same. To love, you must feel pain. To feel pain, you must love. They go hand in hand. It was endless, these movements. They went on forever, neither wanting to let go because we knew that, when we do, it was over. It was back to the pain and loneliness of the past twenty-four hours.

All I could hear was only his voice and his words echoing in my ears. So far I've only heard about the atrocities of love. Love is the biggest blessing yet a precarious poison anyone can drink. Love comes with satisfaction and at the cost of happiness. Love is this. Love is that. But I say… love is pain. For my love was lashing me in the worst way possible. Finally when he let me go, he didn't release me. His hands held me possessively by the waist as he normally did any other day. His eyes came down to look at mine. We both had tears.

“But the words spoken in drunken moment, come out from somewhere.” I shake my head violently, chest aching. “No. That’s not true. That’s not—” Another wave of pain crashes through me, this time it felt sharper, it was enough to make black spots dance in my vision. The broken bond pulses like shattered glass grinding inside my chest. “I love you,” I whisper harshly. “I love you so damn much, Ella. Please don’t take that away from me. Don’t take you away.” She stands. I topple back onto my hands as my head throbs again, the pain doubling until it feels like knives under my skull.

With those final words, Aldrake turned and left the room, leaving her breathless and broken. She knurled down on the cold floor, holding her chest. The pain was too much for her to handle. His words were like a thousand knives piercing her heart. The truth was like a rejection for her, because of the severe pain she felt right now. It was just a word, but why did it seem like it would be the cause of her death? Is loving the wrong person really this painful? If so, she thought that once she escaped this hellish place, she wouldn't dare to love again. The pain and heartache seemed to be etched into her very being, leaving her wondering if she would ever be able to love again without suffering

Because this love, this impossible complicated beautiful love, is worth every moment of pain that's coming. Even if it kills me in the end.

“Because that’s the curse. You’ll love this woman inexplicably. Forces outside of your control will dictate your emotions. You’ll be forced to love her even if you don’t want to. That will be your punishment.” “Loving someone doesn’t seem like a punishment.” “Love is the most painful feeling in the world. It’ll crush you, Hades. To be with the woman you love every day but know she doesn’t feel the same way… That’s torture.” “Then why would she marry me in the first place?”