Under Love's Heavy Burden Do I Sink Novels & Stories

They began to dream. Nareth fell to his knees, clutching his chest. His flame flickered, no longer steady. “I feel it,” he gasped. “It’s… heavy.” “That’s the weight of love,” Lunara said. “It hurts.” “It always will.” He looked up at her then, tears made of fire trailing down his face. “How do you bear it?” She knelt beside him. “By remembering that every flame, even one born of shadow, still gives light.” ---

I could never last seven days, and would never have the chance to even live to enjoy the lie she made up about marrying me. Great fear enveloped me as the voices outside got even clearer. I could hear my coffin being lowered into the plot as everyone whispered among themselves. "Serves him right…" "He deserved to die…" "It took him too long to die…" I could hear shovels of soil hitting the top of the coffin, and I eventually could not hear anything. It was dead silent, and darkness engulfed me. I fell unconscious for a long time before I finally realized I could move my body. As I felt around inside the coffin, I found the oxygen canister. There was no water or food. I knew that I could not

I was willing to fight for that love, to navigate the complexities and overcome the obstacles that stood in our way. Collapsing back onto the bed, I felt the overwhelming burden of my emotions crashing down on me. It seemed like no one truly understood the depth of my struggles and the pain I carried within. As I lay there, the memories of the past consumed my mind, tormenting me with their relentless grip. The constant battles, the heartaches, and the sacrifices I had made were all etched into my being. It felt as if I was shouldering the weight of the world alone, with no one to truly comprehend the extent of my pain.

She continued to play and sing as she thought of her pack and of her mate “Would you like me if I drank that….If you wanted I could take that….I'll do anything for love…..I don't feel like I'm enough…You can probably see right through me…..'Cause I can promise if you knew me…You would probably walk away….No you wouldn't want to stay…Oh, Mama said gonna be all right…But mama don't know what it's like in my mind….Mama said that the sun gon' shine….But mama don't know what it's like to want to die…I can't carry this anymore…Heavy from the hurt inside my veins….I can't carry this anymore….Wonder what it's like to be okay…I know I'll be fine it's just that…Every time this comes back…Tell my maker

I realized that the two men I had genuinely loved had always seen me as nothing but a burden. Raphael hurriedly grabbed my hand and tried to explain himself. Suddenly, Gabriel appeared and knocked him down with a single punch. When I saw Gabriel, who was out of breath from rushing over, I felt the crushing weight on my chest finally lift.

“…love isn’t enough. He needs someone who can shoulder his burdens, someone who won’t become dead weight he has to drag along while fighting wars on all fronts.” Her words were like hidden weapons coated in ice. Once the ice melted, the weapons struck your vitals. But what could be more painful than finding out my son wasn't mine, and that my own child may be dead or clawing at dirt as we speak? “Mm,” I murmured, leaning forward and stirring my coffee. “And I'm the dead weight?” She didn't respond. She knew I understood what she was driving at. Instead, she went on to say:

“Then burn with me, Leofric.” His mouth found mine, desperate, ruined, alive. For a moment, we weren’t cursed or chosen—just two hearts clawing back hope in a world drowning in ash. Outside, thunder split the sky. Inside, his hands trembled as they slid over my mark. And I knew. Love wasn’t our salvation. It was our damnation.

They were too strong for me. Suddenly my eyeslids were too heavy for me to keep open. Black spots clouded my vision and little by little it got darker and the eyelids heavier. That's when I let the darkness consume me sending me into it's deepest tunnels hoping that it keeps me there for the longest time ever. The end.... 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never have loved at all",- Alfred Lord Tennyson. A million words would not bring you back, I know because I tried, neither would a million tears, I know because I cried.",- STEPHEN CHBOSKY

"The weight of the crown feels heavier after a battle, doesn't it?" He saw my silence as the burden of leadership. He had no idea the true nature of the weight I carried. It was the crushing burden of a secret that could shatter him. I forced a smile, turning to him. "It's a good weight," I said, my voice softer than I intended. "It is the weight of their lives. It is an honor to carry it with you." His eyes softened. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my temple, his love for me a steady, unwavering beacon in the tumultuous sea of my anxiety. "We carry it together," he whispered.

The doctor walked away, leaving Olivia standing there with a heart that suddenly felt too heavy to carry. She lived for her daughter and if anything happened to Lily, she knew she would die too. Her fingers brushed the glass again as she stared at Lily’s pale face, tubes connected to almost every part of her tiny body. Olivia finally walked into the ICU room and sat beside the bed. Tears streamed down her face as she carefully held Lily’s weak hand against her cheek. “You’ll be okay, baby,” she whispered shakily. “Mummy will make sure of that.” But even she no longer believed her own words. Everything felt hopeless now.