She Tired Of Being Strong Novels & Stories

“You have two seconds before I throw you out myself.” Her eyes flickered between us, then back to him. “Be careful, Ethan. Grief makes men weak. And weakness,” She let the word hang, then smiled, sharp. “ is always my favorite thing to exploit.” He stepped closer, his hand flexing at his side. “Get. Out.” Finally, she turned, her heels clicking toward the door. She paused just long enough to throw me a look over her shoulder. “You’ll see. The stronger they pretend to be… the harder they shatter.”

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. ‎

“Of what?” “Being strong.” She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she adjusted until she was sitting entirely next to me, our shoulders touching lightly. She didn’t force closeness. Just... stayed near. “Every day,” she finally whispered. I nodded. My throat knotted even more tightly. “I no longer know how to be soft,” I confessed. “I try, but … it’s like now, I have a skin that’s too thick. Too much blood on it.” Elara looked at the fire. “You don’t have to be soft for anyone but yourself.”

But today I saw a different side of her. " I'm not as strong as you think. I'm not that strong to opened up to you while inside me I was struggling not to breakdown in tears in front of you. I can't find the strength to tell you the real thing about how hurt I am and how things are happen making me afraid of losing you too. I portrait myself to looks strong in front of you so you will be like that too. Strong and tenacious. But actually I'm not! I'm scared. I'm lost. I'm helpless. "

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."

"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.

I was a man, why was I over here in a coffee shop, pouring my heart out? She released my chin and reached for my hand reassuringly, her eyes filled with understanding. “Strength isn’t about never feeling weak, dear. It’s about finding the courage to keep going, even when every fiber of your being wants to give up.” Her words struck a chord deep within me, resonating with the turmoil of emotions I had been grappling with. Maybe she was right. Maybe I needed to stop wallowing in self-pity and start facing my problems head-on like Fallon had suggested.