She Tired Of Being Strong Novels & Stories

"I'm tired of you and I'm done listening to you, you've always made me hide myself in a corner and let the enemies slowly kill me but I won't let that happen anymore " "If you think you want to keep on being a scaredy cat then I hope you'll get used to being at the corner for the rest of your life!" "What the hell are you even thinking of? you're watching my mate getting killed without doing anything but crying, are you that dumb and stupid. Do you want us to go through the same phase we struggled to heal from?" "You made yourself believe the fact that you're weak and can never change from being like that but I'm tired of this episode, if you don't change, I'll take matters into my hands!" S

“Then what is it?” “I don’t think I have it in me anymore,” she says quickly, her gaze dropping to the ground. A tear falls down.“I’m so tired, Caden. Just the thought of going through something like that again—it makes me want to run and never look back. Maybe… maybe the problem isn’t you at all. Maybe it’s me. I don’t have the strength for this. I can’t do it. I really can’t.”

Her words made me emotional because she was telling me to be strong when I was already too weak… She wanted me to persevere meanwhile the burden on me was now too severe for me to do so… She wanted me to not give up hope… meanwhile, I planned on killing myself tonight because I couldn’t cope… I am tired… ** [ ~ Night Time ~ ]

Her body goes weak instantly. Like that was the only thing holding her together. I catch her before she falls. Hold her. Firm. Careful. Real. “No one takes you,” I say quietly. Her hands clutch my shirt. Tight. Desperate. “I almost—” she chokes. “You didn’t.” “But I would have.” “But you didn’t.” Her breath shudders. Breaking. “I’m so tired,” she whispers. “I know.” “I can’t keep fighting like this.” “You won’t have to.”

My hands lifted without permission, pressing against my chest as if I could physically hold the pressure inside. “I am tired,” I whispered. The words felt heavier than anything else I had spoken. Not dramatic. Not loud. Just true. So painfully true that it felt like admitting weakness for the first time in years. “I am so tired of being strong,” I said again, my voice breaking openly now. “Of pretending I know what to do. Of pretending I can protect them from everything.” My vision blurred slightly, tears gathering before I could stop them. “I carried them across mountains,” I continued, my voice turning raw, stripped of control. “Through blood and hunger and cold that nearly killed me. I fo

she murmured. Her voice sounded faint. Barely there. “You need to rest,” I told her gently. She smiled weakly. “You always worry.” “I have reason to,” I whispered. She studied my face carefully. Then reached out, touching my cheek. “You’re stronger than you think,” she said softly. That made my throat tighten. “I don’t feel strong.” She smiled faintly. “Strength isn’t about feeling fearless.” “It’s about standing even when you’re afraid.” Her words settled deep inside me.

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

and walked towards her hurriedly and hugged her tightly. "I am sorry... I am really sorry, Love." Sarah said as she hugged Kylie tightly. As Sarah hugged her tightly, the wallet in Kylie's hands fallen down on the floor as she hugged Sarah back tightly. She couldn't just hold onto herself and fight with herself anymore. She just wants to let it out. She doesn't want to be that strong girl anymore... She is tired of being a strong girl. She promised her Dad that she would be always Strong no matter what... but, she didn't knew back then that being strong would cost her this much and she never thought being strong is this harder.

Alex exhaled slowly, like he was holding himself back. “I hate this,” he said. “I hate that they think they own you.” “They don’t,” I said. “They try,” he corrected. I sank into a chair, pressing my palms together. “Maybe I’m not built for this,” I said quietly. “Maybe I thought I was stronger than I am.” Alex crouched in front of me, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Strength isn’t ever breaking,” he said. “It’s standing up after.” “I’ve been standing my whole life,” I whispered. “I’m tired.”

“Then let me practice.” I shook my head. “Not like this.” She took a frustrated step toward me. “You don’t understand.” “I understand more than you think.” She folded her arms. “If I don’t work harder than everyone else, I’ll never catch up.” I held her gaze. “An exhausted player doesn’t become stronger.” She remained silent. “An exhausted player gets injured.” She bit her lip. “I can’t afford to be weak.” I softened my voice. “And I can’t afford to watch you destroy yourself.”