Truth Hurts Meaning Novels & Stories

Gusto kong marinig yung side niya ng story, his perspective, his worldview. Possibility. Yung scary as fuck na idea na baka—just baka—may something good waiting for me if I was brave enough to reach for it. If I could get past my trauma. If I could risk my heart one more time. At ayaw ko nun. Ayaw ko ng possibility. Kasi possibilities meant risks. At risks meant potential heartbreak. At wala nang space sa dibdib ko para sa heartbreak. Puno na. Occupied. Reserved for healing and moving on and rebuilding the version of myself na nasira—shattered into a million pieces—nung nakita ko si Tristan na may ibang babae, naked, fucking on his couch.

“What?” “We can’t exist on opposite sides of a war.” My throat tightened. “You’re the one who said we could.” “I was wrong.” Pain flickered across his face, so quick I almost missed it. “I thought we could survive the truth,” he said quietly. “But?” “But this isn’t just the truth anymore.” “It’s destruction.” Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “So that’s it?” I whispered. “You walk away?” “I’m letting you choose.”

I turned them into a villain, cut them out, and kept it moving. Then one day someone broke my heart, and it was different. This time my soul stepped in and said, "Nope. We're not doing it that way anymore. It's time to face the truth." So I did, and I learned how much it can hurt to heal and how much more it can hurt not to. We’re all walking around hurting one another. Sometimes we can’t deal with our own pain so we act unconsciously and, in turn, hurt those we care about. Other times we have to choose to let someone go because their presence in our lives no longer serves us.

He was proud to have me with him and that makes my heart flattered. "Cloud..." "Why?...why did I hurt you way back?" He said as if he couldn't believe that he had hurt me in the past. "Cloud...we already talked about this." I said because I can't stand to see the regret in his eyes. "I will always understand if you will not totally trust me because I condemn your trauma and the things I've than to you is really unbearable and inhuman." He holds my hand and grip it tightly. "Why?" He said in just one word...so many answers he assume to hear.

It is as if it's forcing me to tell her the truth because it's hurting her seeing me lying even though the truth was so obvious and clear. “Maybe, it's her allergy? I don't know, but I'm not hurting her anymore.” I still lied. I can't, I just can't tell her. Why would I say yes if I didn't mean to do it? I didn't even notice that I'm hurting her that much. What was I'm planning to do was only talk to her and confirm what they just talked about. That's all, I just want to hear from her what really just happened between them, but I didn't expect that my rage would engulf my whole system that time as soon as I saw her face looking so damn innocent and pitiful.

Napapaamo siya ng hindi niya namamalayan? Lihim kong pinakikinggan ang mga impormasyong ibinabahagi ng doktor ngayon. "A traumatic event is an incident that causes, physical, emotional, spiritual, or psychological harm. The person experiencing the distressing event may feel threatened, anxious, or frightened as a result. In some cases, they may not know how to respond or may be in denial about the effect such an event has had.." Tahimik kaming nakatunghay sa lahat ng mga sinasabi ng doktor. Mabigat nga itong kinakaharap ni Drake.

Nanginginig ang kalamnan buhat ng iba't-ibang sakit na umuukil sa kaniyang pagkatao. Truth hurts. That’s why sometimes being in denial is way better than facing the truth. Mahirap tanggapin ang katotohanan. Mahirap tanggapin na kailangan niyang magsimulang muli. Pakiramdam niya ay para siyang pinapahirapan ng mundo. It was too much. They said that promises were meant to be broken, and guess what? They were all right. At magsisilbing patunay ang bawat pangakong binitawan ni Clinton.

"Ash..." Tumango-tango ito at mapait na ngumiti. "What is the truth?" Punong-puno ang tono nito ng hinanakit. "It's hard to tell the truth because you love the person, or it's better not to tell the truth because that person actually never mattered?"

“You’re not him. Don’t carry his sins.” “But they’re mine to clean up,” I whispered. “Every lie he told, every person he hurt—it all leads back to me.” He looked at me with something that wasn’t pity. It was something else—something heavier, deeper. “Then we clean it up together.” I wanted to believe him. I really did. But part of me knew—some truths can’t be cleaned. Some only stain deeper the more you touch them. The rain started again, soft and sudden. He reached for my hand. I let him.

They can easily manipulate the truth but actually no one has the right to manipulate what is true. One Lie can Destroy Relationship. One Lie can Destroy Life. One Lie can Destroy Soul. One Lie can Destroy Truths. Trust is like a glass, it's easy to give as a gift of hardships but once it broke it is hard to put back together the pieces. Once honesty set aside, for sure there's an untold true story. Secrets can keep you guilty that give a pain in your mind and body. Doubts bring out your fears that stop you to start all over again.