Why Does The Truth Hurt Novels & Stories

Chapter 58 Nyx's Pov “Mhm… I don't feel any pain around here anymore. I heal quite fast if I must say.” I muttered to myself, “Almost like a mutant.” A whole three weeks had passed since I got injured, and the wounds had mostly healed, but I still felt them in the back of my mind, an itch beneath the surface, a reminder that I’d let my guard down. Not that the grotesque appearance of that experiment didn't continue to haunt me in my dreams but hey, if you saw something like that, it would give you trauma for life.

It felt like my entire life was trapped between his lips—one word, one truth, and everything could fall apart. Instead of responding, he stayed silent. He couldn’t even look me in the eyes. Was telling the truth really that hard? All I wanted was to know the real reason behind the sudden proposal—the one he was so desperate to hide. Unable to bear it any longer, I burst out, “I want to hear the truth!” “Calm down, Amber. Sometimes… knowing the truth hurts more than not knowing.” “Oh, and you think I’m doing fine like this?” I let out a bitter laugh.

And then I thought of Brian. Sitting at my kitchen table, shoulders folded in on themselves, eyes dark with guilt. He hadn’t begged. He hadn’t made excuses. He had just… told the truth. And somehow, that made it worse. Because truth, when it comes too late, isn’t a gift. It’s a wound. One you don’t know how to dress. ⸻ By evening, I found myself standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom. Hair loose. Face bare. No layers. No mask.

I just can't imagine him being disgusted with the way his parents train him how to control people and gave him the permission to be happy while everyone outside of their place is suffering. When he explained things to me, I know that he's telling the truth. I can read people way and even though I know that they are telling the truth, I sometimes get hurt which made me hate them and deny what the truth is. And I would do the same if I were him so that would be reasonable.

The afternoon sun streams through the window, but the room feels cold. Ethan is still holding me. His arms are still tight. His heart is still racing. His breath is shallow. His hands are shaking. His whole body is trembling. His soul is bleeding. His world is crumbling. His life is falling apart. His truth is pouring out. "The truth hurts," he says. "What truth? What are you talking about? What truth could possibly hurt more than everything we've already been through?"

I am here to make sure it’s real. And the next time they try to force my hand, the lesson will cut deeper. Because balance isn’t mercy. It’s honesty.And honesty hurts.

"What's going on? Where are you?" "I'm at home. I just watched the news about Oliver's live trial. I suddenly thought of Daniel and felt overwhelmed. "I've been like this for a while, but I just can't calm down. Now my chest is starting to hurt."

PART THREE: THE SUN’S RISING CHAPTER 46 There are times the wanting the truth is similar to telling me that I crave ice cream for the day. And there are times when I don’t want to hear the truth though there’s an urge inside me to find it out. Similar to wanting ice cream while feeling ill. Truth hurts. Truth pains. Truth is unbelievable.

The last night gave me the biggest shock of my life which crumbled down my world. "Why truth always hurts?" I ask myself and let my heavy close due to exhaustion but can't miss the door being opened again and the familiar scent of vanilla and lavender fills my senses with it's comforting soothness.

He only reached out and took my hand. “Truth can hurt people,” he said after a long pause. “It can hurt the guilty and the innocent. It can break families. We need to be ready for both.”