Ruin My Life Lyrics Novels & Stories

I didn’t even know who I was crying for anymore, Carter, myself, or the version of Rian I thought I could control. God… I’m so fucked.

And it had nearly killed her. But this—this small house, this crying baby, this exhausted life of creation and love and choosing truth over image—this was better than anything she'd dreamed. I pulled out my guitar and played softly. A new melody forming. Something about flames and phoenixes and women who refused to stay down. The world had written my obituary. Called me over. Washed up. Finished. But I was still here. Still singing. Still burning. They thought I was ruined. They forgot—I am the flame.

Whipping out her phone and tapping into her usual music tap, a soft tune started playing as a melodious voice sang: Love of my life, you've hurt me, You've broken my heart and now you leave me, Love of my life, can't you see, Bring it back, bring it back

I have to write new songs for an album too. I sigh. "I need words. I need words." I muttered to myself as I massage my temples. I stare at my empty glass and I think of Miranda again. I think of the words she just said to herself a while ago. I think of her confession that shattered my entire world into pieces. I take a pause as I begin to write down some words that suddenly fills my head. You say you’re a mess You said that you’re broke All that I see are crystal tears Shining through these empty fears

“Because he was proud of you.” Tears burn behind my eyes. “He said you were stubborn,” Ruin says. “Too smart for your own good. That you survived things that should’ve broken you.” My shoulders shake with the silent sobs I can’t control. “He said you had a wolf that refused to die,” Ruin finishes quietly. “And that if anyone ever tried to cage you again… he’d burn the world down.” A soft, aching sound slips from my throat. I press my fists to my eyes, trying to hold myself together.

I hold on to her for dear life. *I’m sorry, Dre.* Ruth’s in a similar state to mine, tears welling in her eyes. She pulls back, reaching for my face, fingers trembling against them. “My life is ruined,” I whisper. She shakes her head aggressively to disagree. “No, Luke. It’s not.” “Yes, it is,” I argue. “My life is ruined. “My mum's dead. My father abandoned me. I’ve lost you...and Dre doesn’t want me. I’ve been expelled, and in a few months I’m going to Juvie for a crime I didn’t commit.”

He caught that moan in his mouth and devoured it, punishing me for giving it to him. I wanted more. I wanted everything. I wanted him inside me on the cold rooftop where the world could hear, could see, could know exactly what ruin looked like. And he gave me enough to believe he might: a rough thrust of his hips, a hot scrape of his teeth. Enough to taste what ruin might feel like. The city’s noise went thin around us, like the world had taken off its earrings for a fight and was waiting to see if we would start it. And then—

"I never liked you! Angela used to stand up for you, so we had no choice but to bite our tongues. I can't believe you're deluded enough to think a cockroach like you can still get her back. You're just trying to ruin her happiness, aren't you?" "You've got quite the nerve to mention how Angela tended to your every need. She nearly ruined her life all because she was in love with you!" "Didn't you say that Lucy was your sugarplum fairy? A bastard like you and a bitch like her are a match made in heaven…"

Then, gently, like he didn’t want to scare me, he pulled me into his arms. And I collapsed. I cried into his chest like I had nothing left. Like I was crumbling right there in his arms. “I can’t do this anymore,” I whispered against his shirt. “Rue, I’m tired. I’m tired of fighting every day just to feel human.” He didn’t speak. He just held me tighter. “ My life is a mess ! isn’t this the part in movies where the main lead get a break ? i should atleast have a break “ “ i am so sorry …My Mother , i am sorry she threw you out “

Jerald took a step closer, but he did not interrupt. “All this time… you made me believe you were the only one I had. You held me… fed me… comforted me… and yet you were the one who took everything away from me. You ruined my life. You scared me for years. You made me think I had something wrong in my head. You made me believe I was sick… dying… broken…” She swallowed hard, tears slipping down her cheeks even though her voice stayed steady.