Why Does Love Always Feel Like A Battlefield Song Novels & Stories

As I gaze at the beautiful lake, I want to cry, but I have cried so much today, I just feel like I can't do it anymore. I decide to sing. Sia, Elastic Heart. I closed my eyes. Somehow, even now, I can smell my mates, which was impossible, but it made me calm, even though I know it's just my mind playing tricks on me. Still, it's some sort of comfort to the broken piece of my heart. I can also feel Royal stir. And another one bites the dust but why can I not conquer love? And I might've thought that we were one Wanted to fight this war without weapons

Gareth from his seat rolled his eye at the 'lazy beauty' “Gareth.. have you ever fallen in love?” She muttered, staring at the ceiling. Gareth's heart raced at her sudden query, He had fallen in love of course but not to the extent of sulking in the corner and skipping on his meals when he broke up with his past girlfriends. “Hmmm, I have of course” he boastfully smirks at her direction. “What does it feel like?” Gareth was caught off guard with the sudden interrogation. It wasn't everyday Winter queries about something that involves emotion. For all he knows, Winter only knows how to be a chatterbox and bully the town's kids.

The three people were like mosquitoes that were roaming everywhere, even a couple who were making love didn't realize that there were actually other people watching them. Yes, that's the fate of people who don't have a partner, they can only stay silent and want to bite their fingers but it's impossible to do it right away. "Indeed their love story is really extraordinary!" Lucas exclaimed, clapping his hands lightly. "It's like I'm watching a drama," Violet said, adding spice. "I think we are now mosquitoes for them," said Alfred, with his hands on his hips. “If I were a film director or a book writer, I would have made a title for their love story, "Fight For Love". What do you think?" Luc

Voices. Movement. Tension rising. But I didn’t look away. Because right now… This was the battlefield. And the war had just changed.

Isla's POV The battlefield stretched endlessly before me, a grim tapestry of blood and agony. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the relentless sound of cries of the wounded surrounded me. The battlefield was more brutal and unapologetic than I had imagined. Everywhere I turned, there was pain; warriors writhing on the ground, their screams echoing through the chaos. This was carnage. I was engulfed in the harsh reality of war; suffering, death, and heartbreak. The wounded came in waves, their pain etched into their faces. Despite my growing skill at treating injuries, it never felt like enough.

I opened my eyes and smiled. Peace was for the weak. “Let her glow,” I whispered to my reflection. “It makes the fall more tragic.” Outside, Ella laughed softly, the sound carrying on the wind like a melody. And I — I laughed too, quietly. Because love had always been a battlefield dressed in silk.

"I am not fighting. I am singing." I opened my mouth and sang. The note was low at first. Then it grew. Louder. Stronger. It filled the valley, bouncing off the walls, echoing through the trees. It was not a song of healing. It was a song of battle. Of fury. Of hope. The dark witches stumbled. The Fae warriors clutched their ears. The vampires hissed and retreated. Maya's eyes found me across the battlefield. She smiled. "There you are," she said.

‘In the darkness of the night, when the stars shine bright, I’ll hold you close, my love, with all my might. Though duty calls me far away from your embrace, Know that my heart will always be in the right place. … For you, my love, I’ll fight through the stormy skies, With every step I take, your love will be my guide. In this battlefield of life, you’re my saving grace, Together we’ll conquer, our love will never erase.’ Their heartfelt rendition filled the air, accompanied by the rhythmic strumming of a guitar. Some of the soldiers sang with perfect harmony, while others belted out the lyrics with gusto, their voices slightly off-key, but brimming with enthusiasm.

My heart a battlefield of bond and betrayal, love and fire. And Logan still bled somewhere I couldn’t reach.