She Tired Of Being Strong Mga Nobela at Kwento

She has always taken a stand for herself and for myself too. But now she doesn't have to. I don't want to be her burden. I don't want her to be with the weak loser people like me anymore. -pov end-

‘’She was not good enough for me at first, she was weak and you know how much…’’ She cut me short before I could complete my statement. ‘’Oh, please! Spare me that crap of an excuse! Nobody was born strong, okay! We are not Hercules. Weakness does not last for long, the time and energy that you invested in making her life miserable, you would have used it to train her, by now, she would have been much more stronger than your Alison, now, you have lost both worlds, how do you feel?!’’

‎And for the first time since the nightmare began, I let myself break completely. ‎Because some wounds don’t heal. ‎They just teach you how to bleed in silence. ‎And I was so, so tired of being strong. ‎

he said, looking disappointed. 'Is he really leaving?' She sighed in disappointment, and thought to herself, 'It was good that he was gone, otherwise, it was irritating her. It was feeling too stuffy here, in her heart. And I wished no one would see through her. I hate how weak I was at this moment, but I knew after some time, I will still be the invulnerable Angelina soon. I need to be strong to overcome all this. However, I couldn't help getting tired of all this…'

And it pains me so much that I can't do anything to wipe her misery away . I've never seen her this broken since I met her,she's always being strong and tough even when she's weak . She's always pulling herself together even when she knows she has lost everything ,she's always trying to be strong,but now I can't see that strong girl anymore,I can't see that tough girl pulling her shits together, all I'm seeing is a broken girl that has given up on life and it's making me weak . Honestly, she use to make me feel strong , whenever I see her knowing fully well all she has been through and she's still being the warrior she is, she makes me know that I too can be strong , it's like looking in a m

Again. Something in my chest snapped. “I am not your case study,” I said, tears spilling now, fast and hot. “I am not your little broken thing you whisper about on the phone. I am not crazy.” She stepped back. That made it worse. I started shaking. Not dramatically. Quietly. Like something unstable trying very hard not to collapse. “I’m just tired,” I whispered. “I’m tired of being strong. I’m tired of being fine. I’m tired of disappearing so everyone else can stay comfortable.”

You are stronger than you believe, Felza," he replied gently. "Don't let anyone turn you around." Though his words were polite, they simply served to accentuate the whirl of uncertainty inside my head. I was quite exhausted, of course from trying to show myself and from battling. Whispering, my voice breaking, "I don't want to be strong anymore."

“They’re not.” Her jaw tightened. “Then explain it.” I didn’t, because I had no idea why that was happening, but I knew one thing. “This shouldn’t be happening,” I said. "Oh great,” she muttered. “Add it to the stupid list.” I watched her longer than I should have. The way she held herself, even now... even like this. She refused to break or bend, and that wasn't strength; that was something else. Something that didn’t fit. “Does it hurt?” I asked.

"I thought it was. But now I realize I was just going through the motions. Playing a part in a story someone else wrote." "What story do you want to write now?" "I do not know yet. But I know I want it to be mine." I walked closer, close enough to see the exhaustion in her eyes, the pain she was trying so hard to hide. "You are one of the strongest people I have ever met." "I do not feel strong." "Strength is not about feeling invincible. It is about moving forward even when you are terrified." She looked up at me, and for a moment, the world went quiet again. Just like it did on her father's porch.

She hates this feeling of being hopeless and being in great shame of where she is now. She hates showing weakness, she hates how she has to constantly ask others for help even though she is supposed to deal with things herself. She hates it so much, the eyes that are sorry for her. She hates being looked down at like that, she wants to show how strong she is. She wants to show how she can buckle and bend but never will she ever break down. She has to remain strong, no signs of weakness to be seen.