This Pain Is Just Too Real Novels & Stories

Just then the door bell rang. The pain of one heart can only be lived and felt by another heart, and that other heart is nothing but a piece of the same heart... All Hearts !

I can't catch a break either. Each day I wake up and life says something like 'Hey, Aniston jokes on you. Today is going to be so much worse' and life always keeps her promise. And my pain? it doubles and it doesn't even come in waves anymore like it's supposed to. Pain was supposed to be heavy sometimes and sometimes it is to be light but not mine? Mine was something entirely different. Mine was like a double edged sword and no matter which part I hold I always end up getting hurt.

"It's the only way I can share your pain. The pain you go through during treatment is far worse than this, right?" He couldn't take all that pain for her, but he could at least share the pain with her.

My chest burned, my eyes stung, but I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop. Because deep down, I knew one thing. None of it was real. But the pain it left behind was.

“Are you hurting? Is it—” “No,” I managed. “It’s not pain. It’s—” I gestured helplessly at the room, at Aurora, at the life we were living. “This is real. We’re real. She’s real. And I keep waiting for someone to tell me it was a mistake. That they misread the scans. That the remission isn’t real. That they’re coming to take her back.” The words spilled out ugly and raw, months of terror I’d buried under diapers and 2 a.m. feedings and the sheer exhaustion of survival.

Jeff concluded. I gasped heavily, and my eyes get puffy and red. He’s right. No medicine was able to soften the pain inside me. I have to pretend because this is the only choice I have. But after what he said, it seemed like something was pushing me to speak. I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. “You wanna know what real pain is?” I asked. “Falling in love,” I whispered. “What’s happening here?” Rexon interrupted. He approached us while he’s carrying Carlson.

I wonder… I wonder if it was me, would I be able to live a life like this? Can u even continue to do so? Just thinking about it pains me deeply. How much more would it be for my mother? I can’t help but just smile in return. Trying not to show her how I pity her for I know it would just make her sad. Everyone is in pain. Everyone is having a hard time too. In this life which I am afraid to call reality… why did this have to happen?

I answer The thing that has been calling me Watching me Learning me It is here Inside the worst moment of my life Like it belongs Like it has always been part of it The realization hits hard Cold Terrifying “You were there,” I whisper The presence shifts Not denying Not confirming But I feel the truth of it Not physically But connected Watching Waiting Even then “You don’t get to be part of this,” I say My voice is stronger now despite everything Anger cuts through the fear Because this This moment Is mine My pain

“I don’t want to see you in pain.” “I won’t, honey,” I say, drinking the water she gave me. “Trust me, I will be fine.” “Okay, but I still insist that you take things easy.” “Sure, I will. Let’s go.” After saying goodbye to her, I enter my room and undress to take a bath. Suddenly, sharp pains shoot through my body, like a thousand needles piercing my skin. The sensation radiates from my core to every limb, causing my muscles to contract uncontrollably. Gasping for breath, I cling to the sink, trying to stay upright as the intensity of the pain reaches a peak, blurring my vision.

It seems like I'm lost between reality and a dream, and I could stay this way. It's warm, heavy, and kind of nice. Like I have no worries or thoughts, and everything has a pale, glowing beauty. It’s short-lived. The sudden piercing pain that shoots through my abdomen has me arching up in a startled gasping wail as the moon hits its peak. Bending and cracking in such a dramatic way, I feel like my spine might snap in two. Grasping the ground beneath me and clawing at dirt that digs under my nails and cracks the free edge. It’s a burning, twisting pain, so like what I experienced before, only worse, and even with the numbing drink, it hurts so much I feel like I’m splitting in two.