Tuhan Aku Lelah Dengan Semua Ini Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was feeling weak and tired and just wanted to go home already. This must be the worst fucking day ever.

Akesha’s Point of View This is the most awful day of my life. I don’t have enough money, the bus hasn’t arrive and someone’s making a scene in our apartment. And here I am running to go home as fast I can. I am so tired. I want some rest and have nothing to think so much. I really wanted to cry right now because I’m really exhausted. But, I don’t have time to cry. I have to be strong. I have to.

am I this tired? “You—

"I'm tired." "I couldn't agree more."

Aphrodite looked at me intently, as if she wanted to kill me. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I don't know, lately I've always felt tired and disappointed. I don't know, what should I do. My mental vows are down, I hope I get out of this toxic zone. I'm trying to love myself better :) See you 👋 LOVE ALL ❤️

I scold myself. "I can't wait for you anymore. I told you that." I added. I try to bite my tongue for five seconds to avoid myself from crying before saying the next words to him. "I'm tired of waiting for you. I'm tired of waiting for nothing from you, all the fucking time and yet you always fail me. This is so redundant and I'm so so tired with all of it. I'm so tired of getting tired! I may love you still, but please." I say weakly.

I facepalm myself and wish for death to take me right here and now. It's over. It's all over.

All these years, no matter how hard I tried, I had never received the kind of affection Christine got from them. I had to admit I had failed as both Augustus' mate and Ethan's mother. Suddenly, all the strength was drained from my body. An overwhelming exhaustion washed over me like a tide. I stared at the ceiling numbly and thought, 'Forget it. I should just give up. 'Holding on alone is too exhausting. 'Augustus, being your Luna is too exhausting. 'I don't want to try to please any of you anymore.'

And I no longer have the strength. ---

Luca’s POV I wake up feeling utterly drained, my body heavy with fatigue and my heart weighed down with sorrow. I lie there for a moment, staring blankly at the ceiling, wishing I could sleep for just a little longer, if only to avoid facing the reality of today. The exhaustion isn’t just physical. It’s emotional. Mental. It’s like I’ve been running a marathon in my heart for five years, and now that I’ve collapsed, no one’s there to catch me.