Tearing You Apart Novels & Stories

She begged I know how hurt she is right now, I know the feeling of being left behind, I know it hurts so bad that you ever wanted to end your own life " Larissa? Take this in mind, everyone deserves happiness including you, you deserve to be happy, cry it all out now, cry all those pains today but make sure that tomorrow you will stand tall and high, yes, he left you but that doesn't mean that you will be left alone right? You still have your friends, families to help you stand again, and there, we have God to pray and ask for strength, remember that you will be hurt today but you will go through this tomorrow, it will take a month a year to move on but it's fine, as long as you know yoursel

His body tensed, movements becoming sharper, less controlled, like he was starting to lose hold of it entirely. My breath caught. This wasn’t sustainable. Whatever he had done whatever he had taken into himself. It was tearing him apart. And he didn’t even see it. Or worse, he didn’t care. The sky above us darkened suddenly. Not gradually. Not naturally. One second it was clear. The next, it cracked. A sharp, blinding line split across the heavens, like the world itself had fractured. Light poured through the tear, cold and overwhelming, washing over the battlefield in an instant.

And right before my eyes, she ripped it apart, tearing through page after page. I gasped in shock, rushing forward. “Tania! What have you done?” I dropped to my knees, trying to gather the pieces like I could fix them. I looked up at her, my mouth open in disbelief. “Now I’ll leave your stupid office.” She smirked, flipping her hair over her shoulder. I glared at her, my hands trembling around the torn papers. “See you later, best friend.” She giggled wickedly as she walked out, slamming the door behind her.

“Your signature is here…” I glance down — and sure enough, my name is scrawled at the bottom. “…but mine isn’t.” He looks up at me. His eyes don’t blink. Then, with the calm of a man who’s made his decision long ago, he tears the paper in half. My breath catches in my throat. He tears it again. And again. The ripping sound echoes through the room, cruel and deliberate. He shreds it into quarters, then eighths, until nothing remains but fragments in his hands.

I'm sorry," Maya choked out, her voice sounding muffled and choked with sorrow. The apology lingered in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken secrets and hidden anguish. Just as soon as Maya finished speaking, there was a soft knock on the door. Slightly startled, she quickly wiped away her tears, gesturing to Rose to do the same. They hastily straightened their postures and put on forced smiles, hoping the person behind the door wouldn't notice the traces of their now red faces.

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.

Like a leaf falling in autumn, like a single snowflake drifting in winter, like a droplet slowly hitting a lake, barely a ripple. "Benedict." Tessa ran to the stairwell, calling after him. "Are you… breaking up with me?" Benedict stood on the stairs. The lights sparkled, highlighting his sharp, determined features. He rested a hand on the railing, seeming to measure his words before answering quietly, "Yes, let's break up. Tessa, continuing this any further is pointless. I won't be able to stop myself from wondering if your heart belongs to Jareth during intimate moments. And I'll be thinking about whether my face makes you think of him whenever you look at me, and whether it brings back any

Tears overflowed my heated eyes again. He tensed, “Oh, no. Are you crying again?” worry laced his tone. I buried my face further on his chest, my tears soaking his shirt. He patted my back, “It breaks my heart to hear you cry. It feels like I’m getting burnt alive. Stop, please.” He pleaded, ripping my torn heart even further.

“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.

Then the fury erupted. I hurled the phone across the room, hearing it crack against the wall. My bag went next, spilling clothes across the stained carpet. I grabbed the cup of tea on the table, smashing it against the dresser until shards littered the floor. My hands burned, small cuts opening, but I didn’t stop. The mattress, the chair, the nightstand—I tore at them like they were to blame. Like I could rip out the pain if I destroyed enough. I thought of my mother’s trembling prayers, of Aria’s tear-stained face, of Victor’s coffin lowered into the ground. And then of Evelyn’s smirk, Mason’s betrayal, Lynette’s claws sinking in where I’d been torn open.