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She waited. "I still don't want to do it today." "I know." "I am so tired," he said, and his voice changed on the word, dropped out of the recitation into something underneath it, something that had no professional distance in it at all. "Bella. I am so tired of every single thing being something I have to fight through. I am tired of my own body. I am tired of—" He stopped. His jaw tightened. "I'm sorry." "Don't apologize."

I laid there, helplessly. I am utterly disgusted by him and myself. I just hate him, I hate him with all my heart, how could he do this to me? *sob* With no energy left, my eyes got heavy and sleep consumed me.

It's still there, and it feels like it wasn't healing afterall. Hopefully the person who will make me happy will come sooner. I'm tired. Tired of myself, tired of the world, tired of everything. And I'm also tired of...living. If that person didn't come at the right time, I might.... break down and give-up. ***

God! After that intense exercise I still can't find my release and it makes me begin to wonder what the hell is wrong with me. This is so going to be a long night and I just know it. I didn't stop pounding her and which the way she is in my arms I can tell she's exhausted till the point that she can't cry anymore.

I emphasize everything. "Please! Don't discuss this. I'm tired." Gerald warned me. The tired expression was printed on his face. Yes, too much drama, I'm exhausted again. "I'm sick. Gerald is sick. I'm tired of all this drama. I'm giving up, totally giving up on everything." I'm so desperate right now. I'm sobbing even more. I am done, really done!

Right now, all I want is to shower and just go to bed. I've had enough of this crazy men.

KEI “Can we please stop now? I’m exhausted—ugh…” I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper, feeling my body teetering on the brink of collapse. But he didn’t stop. His persistence mirrored the intensity of my weariness, pushing me beyond the limits I thought I could endure. Despite the overwhelming exhaustion, there was an undeniable thrill, a strange pleasure that intertwined with the fatigue, making it impossible to completely resist.

I violently wiped the tears from my cheeks. "I'm going to give up little by little. I don't know when but it will be soon. Because I did everything, I humbled myself, made a fool and made myself a martyr but this is the only thing I have been blessed with. I don't know if I can take it anymore, there is nothing left for me. I'm exhausted, Travis.”

Until I got used to it without her. I paused as I took a deep breath. "Non so cosa ho fatto, perché Dio non mi ha dato una famiglia completa. Perché devo provare quelle cose? Sono così stanco, Bryan!" (I don't know what I have done, why God has not given me a complete family. Why do I have to experience those things? I'm so tired, Bryan!) I continued talking not noticing that someone was watching me from behind. "Voglio solo una vita semplice, ma perchéè così difficile averlo?" (I just want a simple life, but why is it so difficult to have it?)

Then a third. Kai watches me, his mouth slightly open. “You said you couldn’t control it.” “I said I couldn’t stop it.” And then—silence. No more creatures. No more cracks. Just the smell of rain and ozone and something new. Something alive. The power thrums inside me, alive and restless, begging for more. I sink to my knees, trembling, exhausted, my hair sticking to my face. “It’s too much,” I whisper. “I can’t keep doing this.”