She Tired Of Being Strong Novels & Stories

“Because you’re a strong woman and can handle whatever comes your way, Lucy. Stronger than you have even imagined.” I gave her a weak smile to show her that her efforts weren't in vain, but inside me, I felt empty and broken. I was tired of fighting to live in a horrible world that cared not about my feelings before tossing the tides against me. Tired of the many secrets and uncountable lies yet to be revealed and the unending chaos that walks hand in hand with them.

“I learned how to live my life without you, Shane. It was half a life, and it was flat and blank, but at least I lived it knowing that you were safe out there somewhere. It almost killed me, but I did it." “OK,” he said calmly, sensing that whatever she had to say was difficult for her. “And?” “And... and I can’t do it all again. I’m not strong enough.” “You’re the strongest woman I know, babe. From the first time I saw you in that hospital, I knew you were a fighter.” “I'm not.” Finally, she just laid it all out for him. “I'm not. Not anymore.” “What are you really saying? Just hit me with it, whatever it is.”

Don’t let go. I try. I swear I try so hard. But it’s slipping. Everything’s slipping through my fingers like water. I can’t hold on... Yes you can! I’m not strong enough! You’re the strongest person I’ve ever known. I’m nothing. The words tear out of me, ugly and true. I’m nobody. Just some random human girl who never belonged anywhere. I’m not a goddess. I’m not powerful. I’m just… me. And that’s never been enough...

“…Proud?” She nodded slowly. “You fell,” she said gently. I swallowed. “You broke.” My fingers curled. Her voice softened even more. “But you stood back up.” My chest rose sharply. “You fought when you were afraid.” My eyes burned again. “You kept walking when the road was dark.” A tear slipped down my cheek. “You loved… even after being hurt.” My lips trembled. “And that,” she finished softly, “is true strength, Aria.” My knees nearly gave out.

Her strength had failed her ,Her eyes also did the same and her heart was even worse . She was Always know as the strongest among all ,even when they bad talk and call her names in her pack .she didn't feel it ,not for a beat .When everyone including her parents turned their back on her ,she didn't feel it .when she was rejected and called names she didn't even bother about it .she lived like the outcast she was known to be ,she careless about the people who had talked bad about her . She wonders why she is slowly going weak this time around,she wonders why her fate is twisted and she wonders why she is damn Helpless .

"Let it go. I'm right here." She cried until she couldn't anymore. Until the sobs turned to shaky breaths. Until her body went limp against me, exhausted. We sat there in the empty tub, tangled together, for a long time. Finally, she spoke. Her voice was wrecked. "I'm so tired, Kayden." I kissed her hair again. "I know." "I don't know how to do this anymore." "Do what?" "Keep going. Keep fighting. It's been so long." A fresh tear slid down her cheek. "I'm so tired of being strong."

Antonia sat frozen, the peeled tangerine slice slipping from her fingers onto the bedsheet. Weak. He had called her weak. But if only he knew… the strongest people weren’t the ones who never cried. They were the ones who still stood tall, even after being broken.

she said emotionally. “You are extremely wrong, Andy. You are not weak at all nor a coward at that. Going through everything that happened since we first met, it’s natural to feel scared… but it’s not a sign of weakness. You are so strong you’re not even aware of it. The girl who slapped my hand away and spat in my face when she thought she was about to be touched by someone during that display, the girl who fought me tooth and nail, who stood toe to toe with me despite thinking I can hurt her back for verbally hurting me, she is anything but weak Andy. She is so strong, she made me fall in love with her without even trying, without even letting me know who she really was all along”

“I’m sorry this came so abruptly. But you must admit, I’ve been patient… I’ve endured so much. I couldn’t… I needed someone beside me.” Her eyes don’t soften. I rush on. “Not everyone can be strong like you. I know what you’re thinking…you lost a husband too, but you stayed strong. I lost more. And I’m not strong. I even grew sick. Some of us are weak women. I am weak, even though I pretended to be strong all my life. Maybe that’s why I was cruel before, because I didn’t want anyone to see what I really was. Weak.”

she mutters with trembling lips. “Latton, I know, it's hard, but you are the strongest person I know,” Victor commented sympathetically. Her tears trickle down her face as she smiles bitterly and with a trembling weak voice she says, “But, I don't want to be strong anymore.” “I'm tired. So tired of being strong.” “I want to give up.” "I want to break down! Cry! Yell at the top of my lungs!!!" She screams, almost making herself breathless. Victor held her hand. He could see that she was deeply hurt by everything that was going on around her.