Tear Me Apart Novels & Stories

We walked in the same direction But this place is our last We used to talk about 'forever' But we're breaking each other down I thought we had the same dream But that dream became just a dream My heart is ripping, just set it on fire So the pain and the feelings won't remain You're my tear You're my you're my tear — BTS, Outro: Tear It hurt because it mattered. — John Green Autumn I took a hold of myself to ask one single thing that mattered, "Why?"

The isolation gnawed at my spirit, leaving me feeling as though I were slowly unraveling. The weight of my tears became a heavy burden, threatening to pull me further into the depths of my sorrow. It was a bittersweet release, a catharsis born out of despair. The tears held within them the echoes of my shattered dreams, the unspoken fears, and the longing for a sense of purpose and belonging.

I couldn't. ___________ Ariana was right, No tears left to cry, like literally. I want to shout out loud that I was right. I told him from the first day that she hates me. He didn't believe me then, well now I have a scar to prove it. I tore my t-shirt with scissors, to patch my wound. I stared at the mirror observing the wound, it pains a lot but it also proves I was right. And as sadistic as I am that is only what I care about.

I let go of her hands and try to put my face without any kind of expression. "Is something wrong? I didn't panic, Gabriel." "I've been thinking about it a lot." I go silent. "Thinking about what? You want to talk the hell out of it." "I'm sorry... I want to separate from you." I tell him and his eyes instantly glaze over. "You're playing a joke on me." He's laughing a little, but with his hands he's slapping my chest. "You've gone crazy." "Keep your voice down, everyone is looking at us." I ask seeing everyone looking at us and more when Ana starts to cry.

He blushed, which he obviously didn't expect. "What are you saying, love?" You wanted to be free, like how?" I raised my head and looked him in the eyes. "I'm breaking up with you," I said, taking a deep breath. "I want to live my life alone and make my own decisions without hurting or considering the feelings of others. I'm sure you understand what I mean. "

Tears escaped my eyes for several different reasons. I didn't know whether it was because he's sleeping with other girls after I just left because he had did that to me. Because I hurt him just as bad as he hurt me and he's feeling the same pain that I'm feeling. Or because I broke Jack Finnegan Gilinsky. My mind was moving a million miles per second. Regret, guilt and agony filling my veins causing more tears to arise. "K-Kat?" A voice said on the other line breaking me from my thoughts.

I needed to tear the entire world apart if I had to. But first—I needed to get her to breathe again

Chapter Two Ava’s POV The house was eerily quiet, except for the soft rustling of my hands as I packed away the last remnants of my past. I stood in Lily’s bedroom, my fingers tracing over the framed picture of my little girl. Her bright smile was frozen in time, her eyes full of the happiness she had always carried. My chest ached, but I couldn’t cry anymore—there were no tears left. No more pain to wipe on. Slowly, I removed the picture from the wall, placing it gently inside the bag I had set aside. The bag was meant for burning. I didn't want to see anymore of it that will bring pain towards me.

Even though I did not care about them anymore, I could not help but feel curious about the situation. I discreetly asked around for information, and the news I uncovered was shocking. Ruby and Ashton had divorced again, but this time, it was not a clean break like it was with me. [You won’t believe it, but Ruby’s kid isn’t even Ashton’s!] The person eagerly spilled the tea without me needing to ask for details.

“Reya — I love you more than anything. And I’ve never stopped. I will spend my life making this right. But I need you to know… everything.” The silence lingers, heavy with unspoken words. Outside, the wind howls through the trees — a reminder that the storm inside me has finally broken.