Novel & Cerita Why Does Love Always Feel Like A Battlefield Song

The wind whips through my fur, my senses attune to every nuance of the battlefield. In this fleeting moment, time seems to stand still. My gaze locks with Beta Arlo's, and then, in an explosion of power and fury, the battle is joined. Claws clash with steel, and fangs gnash against unyielding armour. The battlefield becomes a maelstrom of violence and chaos, a dance of life and death. The soldiers fight with unwavering determination, their resolve unbreakable.

The road they went through, accompanied and separated, separated and accompanied. Those indelible memories remind them to always cherish this love. - Thi San, thank you for coming to my side and changing a new shirt for me. Throughout my life, I will never forget my sincere love for you. – Thang Vu grabbed Thi San's hand and borrowed the lyrics to confess his heart to the new bride. - After so many storms, our love is still intact as at the beginning. Throughout my life, I will never forget my sincere love for you. – Her voice choked into the microphone.

“And I won’t. Not like this.” Her gaze landed on me, eyes swimming with pain. “You think I don’t love you? Every night, every second we had, it mattered, all of it. But love’s not supposed to feel like a battlefield.” My face kinda crumpled, like I was suddenly lost. “So what am I to you, Elora? Just another piece of the chaos?” She reached for me, her hand soft but… yeah, there was a finality to it. “You’re the man I love. But I won’t let two brothers rip each other apart over me. I can’t be the reason either of you breaks.”

Seraphina, holding onto that whispered promise, felt a surge of strength within her—a strength born of the belief that their love could transcend the brutality of conflict. The war's fury, unrelenting in its onslaught, seemed to devour the very essence of the supernatural realms. But within the hearts of those entangled in the struggle, the invincible threads held fast, an invisible force that refused to be severed by the brutal dance of destruction. As the night wore on and the battlefield continued to writhe in chaos, both lovers clung to the hope that the war's fury would relent. The birthing sanctuary, its memory a beacon in the dark, stood as a testament to the enduring power of love—a

Aaric leaned his head against mine, and his fingers traced random patterns on the back of my hand. “I used to think,” I whispered, “that love was supposed to be fun. Easy. Like a romantic comedy at the movies.” “And now?” I turned slightly to meet his eyes. “Now I know love… can be a battlefield.” He nodded slowly. “And I wouldn’t mind fighting every day, as long as it’s with you.” The wind turned colder. Far below the hill, the church bell rang once—midnight. We stayed there, watching the stars shift slowly above us, while the world below kept spinning. But on that old villa balcony, time seemed to stop just for the two of us.

The drive to Angels was relatively peaceful, no traffic around for miles, just wide empty roads as I blast the song Battlefield by Jordan Sparks over my car's speakers. “I never meant to start a war. You know I never want to hurt you. Don’t even know what we’re fighting for” I sing not caring who heard me as I really liked the song and felt like it resonated with me especially with how things turned out back home. Drumming my fingers I continue to sing to the music as I slowly make my way towards Angels, eventually pulling up towards a huge building. Once there I quickly move to park my car before turning off the engine and heading inside.

" ...then I promise you, I won’t make it easy for you." Silence stretched. Rola’s expression softened, just slightly, but Bayan only arched a brow—amused, maybe even impressed. I didn’t care. I meant every word. Love had always been a battlefield for me. And if they thought I’d surrender without a fight, they didn’t know me at all.

Not like a cage. Like a battlefield.

I’ll nod when you write words you don’t mean. But in my heart, oh, in my heart—I will never forget. I’ll remember the sound of your voice on the other end of those calls. I’ll remember the way your hands shook when I caught you watching me. I’ll remember the pain in my chest, the way the world blurred, the way I almost died tonight. This isn’t love anymore. It’s war. And you don’t even know I’ve joined the battlefield. So go ahead. Keep writing on your little screen. Keep pretending you care.

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