Ruin My Life Lyrics Novels & Stories

i said, my breath shaky, my hands trembling, I was sweating terribly. I’ll be coming home soon with Monique ,I hope you’ve cooked, you know how Monique likes your cooking, he said with that cold tone he usually used on me He didn’t even wait for a response, he ended the call. In my last life Blake had turned me someone who constantly begged for love, doing everything to prove I love him, I lost my family, myself and in the end I lost my life But not this time. I stood up from the cold tiles with renewed strength.

“It won’t just be him on the line. It’ll be you, People will talk. The department will talk. This could ruin everything for both of you.” I pressed my hands to my face, my voice breaking. “You think I don’t know that? I do. I know how wrong it looks, how dangerous it is. But every time I try to walk away, I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep. I feel like I’m unraveling without him.” Gia stared at me like she didn’t recognize the person in front of her. “You’re in deeper than I thought,” she whispered. I laughed bitterly. “You think?”

I need space to process this heartbreak, to find a way to heal without their innocent eyes watching me crumble. As I sit in this room, I replay every moment we shared, every laugh, every whispered promise. It’s hard to reconcile those memories with the reality of what happened. I feel lost, like I’m drifting in a sea of regret and confusion. I thought we had something special, something that could withstand the storms of life, but now I’m left questioning everything. The thought of Ruine brings a mix of anger and longing, and I can’t help but wonder if things could have been different. But for now, all I can do is retreat into this silence, hoping that one day I’ll find the strength to move

Not tight… but just enough to let me know he won’t be letting me go this time. Or anytime soon. “Running again?” He asked. “I’m not running,” I lied. Our eyes met and I swear he could tell. His gaze dropped briefly to my mouth before returning to my eyes. “Then stay.” He said softly. I couldn’t refuse. Didn’t have the willpower to. The violin band shifted songs. “Dandelions” by Ruth B. filled the air. Wow, perfect timing to let my emotions shoot through the roof. Stupid band. Stupid feelings.

‘Well fuck me, she left’ I thought as I turned to go back to the packhouse. I swiped my hand down my face, that did not go as planned. I had only taken a few steps when I heard someone singing. I didn’t see anyone, so I followed the melody: “Out of the ruins, Out from the wreckage, Can’t make the same mistake this time. We are the children, The last generation, We are the ones they left behind. And I wonder when things are ever gonna change, Living in fear, ‘til nothing else remains. We don’t need another Hero, We don’t need to the way home…” the words to ‘We don’t need another hero’ by Tina Turner floated through the air.

I turn it over, I turn it over I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you And it hurts like hell -Cut by Plumb I’m not a stranger No, I am yours With crippled anger And tears that still drip sore A fragile flame aged With misery And when our eyes meet I know you’ll see I do not want to be afraid I do not want to die inside just to breathe in I’m tired of feeling so numb Relief exists I find it when I am cut I may seem crazy Or painfully shy And these scars wouldn’t be so hidden If you would just look me in the eye I feel alone here and cold here Though I don’t want to die But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills i

It was the only thing strong enough to fill the hollow space Mathieu had left behind. It was hate. I wrapped that hate around me. I held onto my father’s words. The Valentes did this. They took my brother. They took my home. They left me with nothing but a ghost and a promise. Sitting under that oak tree, watching the sun rise on the ruins of my life, I made a promise of my own. I would find out the truth. And I would make them pay. All of them.

There was no saving him now. I sighed. "I warned you before. If you had listened and taken him to the hospital for early intervention, the risk could have been greatly reduced. Or I could have operated to remove the damaged nerves." I glanced at my scarred hands and shook my head. "But now, it's too late." My hands were destroyed, and I could no longer perform such delicate surgeries. Celine swayed and fainted. Jenny clutched me tightly. She shook her head and screamed, "Impossible! You're lying! You're still holding a grudge over his infidelity, right? You can save him. You're a top specialist from abroad! How could you fail?"

I shut my eyes for a moment, trying to block out any memories of him. He definitely took it seriously when I told him to ruin me. Because right now, I was in an even worse position than he’d found me in. Not only did I feel used, but now I was left to make a decision that felt like it would break me either way. It was crazy—I thought I had seen it all after what Dave put me through. My life was— I snapped out of my thoughts. Washed my body quickly and stepped out. I dried off, changed into a comfy top and matching shorts, then stood there for a moment in the quiet of my bedroom.

This was something that could have been entirely avoided. My life might not be more valuable than anyone else's. But the knowledge I possessed, along with my surgical skills that could save the lives of hundreds of thousands of cancer patients, made my hands especially important and irreplaceable. As I looked at Shaun, I felt like I was meeting him for the first time—everything about him felt so unfamiliar. "Let's break up," I muttered with finality. Shaun's face darkened, and he stood up angrily. "You're breaking up with me, huh? Your hand is ruined now. The hospital won't want you anymore. Your career is done for! Who else would want you but me?"