Tear Me Apart Novels & Stories

She pressed a hand to her mouth in an attempt to muffle her sobs, her emotions threatening to consume her. In the quiet solitude of the bathroom, her tears fell like rain. It was as if each tear held the weight of her fears, her regrets, and the overwhelming uncertainty that now hung over her future. She sank to the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, as the reality of her situation crashed down upon her.

But just then, a tearing pain ripped through my chest. "Argh!" A violent cough ripped through me, and blood sprayed from my lips. My knees gave out. I crashed to the floor as a phantom hand plunged into my chest and tore my soul in half. This feeling... The mate bond... it's breaking! "No! Evelyn!" I screamed at the sky. "Impossible!" The pain grew more intense. I could feel the invisible thread connecting our souls snapping, inch by inch. Every break was like another slice into my heart. "Austen!" Seraphina knelt beside me in terror. "What's wrong?"

Lucas yelled. Janette didn’t listen and continued tearing the picture. Lucas stared at her wide eyed. It felt like with every tear, his heart tore along with it. The tears he had fought desperately to keep back came rushing down his cheeks. His heart was aching badly like a rope had been tied around it and was being tugged at, clearly trying to rip him apart.

My daughter, Lily, was hit and dragged for two whole miles by a drunk driver. I rushed her blood-drenched body into the emergency room. While the doctors saved her, I collapsed onto the floor in the hallway. With the last ounce of strength left in my body, I sent a text to my husband, Howard. [Lily is in critical condition. Get to the hospital now!] A few seconds later, my phone chimed with a reply. [Stay safe. I’ll be over as soon as I wrap things up here.]

I was shopping for a crib when Xavier Davis came home with a three-year-old boy. One look at the child was enough to make me pause. He had the exact same eyes as Xavier's first love. "She just moved back and isn't in a position to take care of him," Xavier told me. "He'll be living with us from now on." There was no room for discussion in his tone. The decision had already been made. Then his gaze dropped to the slight curve of my stomach. "As for yours… Terminate the pregnancy. He's sensitive. A new baby would be too much for him right now." My fingers tightened around the ultrasound printout in my hand. For a long moment, I said nothing. Then I gave him the answer he expected

Something I am glad of as a single tear runs down my face. “Please don’t” I say just above a whisper, his eyes flick up to mine, the guilt in his handsome face as he reaches up to wipe the tear from my face. I pull back not wanting him to take my tear, that's my tear my pain, that pain has fueled me to grow and be stronger. I pull my hand from him needing to regroup, sort through this horrible feeling that has been my constant companion for the past six months.

Tears streamed freely down my face, and no matter how hard I tried to stop them, they kept falling. "I had no choice! Do you honestly think what I did was easy for me? Do you think walking away from you didn't destroy me too? You weren't the only one suffering, you weren't the only one in pain. Every single day after I left you felt like torture. I was breaking apart too. I was hurting just as much as you were!" My voice cracked under the weight of my emotions. The frustration and heartbreak that I had carried for so long finally exploded out of me.

CJ'S POV Tearing Terra? What does that Even mean? Tearing Terra? To tear her apart is like tearing me apart. When she's hurt, I hurt. When her heart breaks, mine does too. Even when I tried so hard to torture her and cause her pain, at the end of the day, I would feel so bad about myself and completely drained. I would lie asleep at night, thinking about her and that would tear me apart. Tearing her apart tore me apart too.

but he had refused to listen, even a goodbye, he had refused to listen. Finally, this hurricane love torn them apart, leaving them empty souls and broken hearts. That night, Sarah wrote her last poem. '' I look at you, but you're getting further away. I beg, I kneel but you're getting further. Even my broken heart knows so without breathing a single word. I only look at you, who is so eagerly leaving. Breaking again, mourning again, my love who I loved like my own life. I try to calm my heart and hold it, but my heart is crying again.

🎶Ain't got no tears left to cry so I'm picking it up, I'm picking it up. I'm living 🎶 NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY- ARIANA GRANDE. (WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ABUSE. READ AT OWNERS RISK. I WOULD INDICATE WHEN THE SCENE IS OVER) I froze at the oh-so familiar voice and the pressure applied on the grip to my hand. The same hand drew me up so close, I could perceive the musk I've learned to fear.