She's Tired Of Being Strong Novels & Stories

The circles under her eyes were dark as bruises. “You took everything from me,” she said, and her voice didn’t shake. “You told me everyday that I was weak. You sent me into a stranger’s bed because you thought I was nothing but a tool.” She knelt, bringing her face level with his. “I’m not nothing. I’m the last person you’ll see as life pulls away from you the way everyone pulls away from you. In the end, your strength took you nowhere.”

Not weak. I'd learned better than to mistake quietness for weakness. But tired. She looked like someone who had spent years carrying something too heavy and had finally put it down, only to realize how badly her arms hurt from holding it for so long. And the strangest part was that she wasn't asking us to fix it. She wasn't sitting there waiting for one of us to promise that everything would magically be okay. She'd already made her decision. She wanted to change. She wanted to learn how to fight. She wanted to become strong enough that nobody could ever put their hands around her throat again.

What kind of life did she have left… What kind of life did she have left, that could let her hate and resent Gina? Then, this hatred and resentment, could she not hate and resent anymore? Today, she had mustered up all her courage to fight, but in the end, she was so tired that she had no strength to fight. Milan, I give up, I will not fight anymore, I am so tired that I have no strength left, I have no strength left to fight, no more.

From working too hard. She should have someone massage those tense shoulders. Someone to tell her to rest. To take care of herself. She walked to her bedroom. The camera angle shifted. Followed her. She stood at the window. Looking out at the city. At nothing. Then she spoke. Quiet. To herself. Or to him. To Lucian's ghost. "I can't do this much longer. I'm so tired. So tired of pretending. Of being strong. Of acting like I'm not dying inside."

She pitied herself. And that girl slept, late at night. Tiredness made her fall asleep. She was tired and exhausted. Not having enough capacity and capability to fight everything that comes in her life. Cause she started fight at the age of 16, and the only thing she wants now is rest and peace. • • • • •

She was just bone-tired. A fatigue that went deeper than muscle or mind. It was the kind of weariness that settled into your soul and made even standing feel like too much. A weight you couldn’t shake no matter how long you rested. Elyana wandered down the quiet street, the early morning air brushing against her skin like a silent reminder of everything she wished she could forget. She told herself over and over again that she had to be stronger, colder… but deep inside, she knew she hadn’t been nearly ruthless enough.

She’ll tell me all her troubles before she goes to him. “For you?” She raised a brow at me. She hates it when I say things like that. “Yup, for me.” I winked at her. She didn’t scare me. I know she says she doesn’t like it. She does though. Secretly she wants to be claimed, she wants to not have to worry about being strong all the time. I see it in her, she’s exhausted. She wants fun and ease in her life. “You’re stupid.” “You’re stupid.”

--- “You don’t get pushed out of your own life because people are cruel.” --- Tears slipped down her cheeks. --- “I’m tired,” she admitted. “So tired of being strong in public.” --- Daniel’s anger softened. Shifted into something else. Something desperate. --- “Then don’t,” he said. “Be tired here.” --- He pulled her into him. And she went. Because fighting gravity had never worked with him. --- His arms wrapped around her. Tight. Certain. Not letting the world vote. --- “I am not ashamed of loving you,” he whispered into her hair.

“It feels like a curse.” “No.” “What is it then?” “Leadership.” Her brows pull together. “That sounds worse.” “It usually is.” Silence settles between us. Then she whispers, “I’m tired of being strong.” Something in my chest tightens. “Then don’t be.” “I have to.” “No.” Her eyes lift again. “You’re allowed to fall apart.” “I can’t.” “Yes you can.” “The ocean needs me.” “The boys and Alexis need you.” “And you.” “Yes.” She swallows hard.

Can't she even give up because she was so f*cking tired? She just wanted to go to her mom. She wants peace and serenity. But it was like she could have none of it while staying alive because no matter how much she fought and tried to stay strong like a warrior, in the end, she was just a girl. Who was tired of all the pain and sorrows. A girl who wants freedom, peace, and love. Love.