Porque Es Tan Cruel El Amor นิยาย & เรื่องราว

love gave me a scar! A deep wound that wouldn't heal – I'm still reeling from that hurt! The betrayal that stings more than abandonment—it burns me from within. And the cruellest part? I've learnt the art to master every pain causing me to wither slowly, yet I keep shining to the world. That's how damaging love is! It kills slowly and painfully, with the world having no idea that you are dying, and when you finally break down, people have been wondering how this happened.

The person that is supposed to love and protect you, is the one that is harming you. It was bitter, but that was life. Life is cruel.

Yes he did some cruel things to me but love for a person doesn’t go away so easily. Kiwi starts clicking her fingers in front of me, annoyed by the gesture I smack her hand away which annoys her and she growls “Look, I’m sorry but you don’t know what its like” I nearly let slip about her mother and manage to stop myself, I am certain that wouldn’t go down very well with her Kiwi sighs “You are more broken than I thought” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I snap at her, getting to my feet. “How can you love someone that was so cruel to you, someone that abused you for years, someone that didn’t give two craps about you”

"Are you sure?" I stood, crossing to where he stood. "I think you are damaged and careful and so terrified of being hurt that you hurt others first. But I do not think you are cruel. I do not think you lock women in towers or drive them insane. I think you are just a man who does not know how to love without destroying." His hand came up, cupping my face with a gentleness that made my breath catch. "Then why are you still here? Why agree to live with me when you know how this ends?"

He said with a shaky voice as he took out a remote control from his pocket. " Así es como dices que me amas. Haciéndome sufrir y matándome con tus propias manos? Es eso lo que llamas amor? Torturarme y usarme no es amor, es abuso. Abuso a plena luz del día (So that's how you claim to love me. By making me suffer and killing me with your own hands?. Is that what you call love?. Torturing me and using me isn't love, it's abuse. Abuse in broad daylight)" I spat out again and I instantly felt high electric currents overtake my whole body. My whole body was ablaze.

"You think you are suffering now? You think your life is already miserable and painful enough? No my dear... it is just the beginning! As long as I am successful, rich, and powerful... and as long as you are poor and weak... I will make sure your life becomes ten times harder, ten times darker, and ten times more painful than it is now! I will make sure you regret the day you were born into this world! I will ruin every single opportunity you get, destroy every happiness you try to build, and make sure you live in pain, fear, and poverty until your very last breath!" "Why Carlos?!" I screamed loudly and painfully, looking into his eyes completely shocked and terrified hearing his evil intent

I mean, surely there are cruel people out here, but to be this cruel … to toy with someone’s feelings like this … “I am willing to delete the video of you throwing yourself at him if only you agree to help me.” “why- why would I help you?” I am defeated. “you hate me, and your wish is to see me destroyed even though I have never done anything to you.” “you loving him is enough of a reason for me.” “I don’t-“

A sinner even loves the piousness to mean no harm to the living soul, however hurt the body that's caging it out of sheer madness, hatred or whatever you like to call it, barbarity to some precision! His hold was too strong enough to somewhat suffocate her, extremely firm to not permit her to freely move a muscle or to swivel around as per her own wish. Can't trust with a wild kitten when she scratches you with her razor sharp nails and run away! Well that was her cold blooded husband's ideology, not necessary to synchronize with other civil husbands out there in this world.

I shove his hand out of my hair and push to my feet, unable to bear another moment of his cruel game. “Because I love you!” The words tear from my throat before I can stop them, raw with weeks of pain. “Because even when you’re cruel, even when you hurt me, I still love you so much I can’t breathe with it.” My voice breaks as tears start falling freely. “Because every time you look at me like I’m nothing to you, it kills something inside me, and I still come back. I still—”

Why did love have to be this complicated? ***