Why Does The Truth Hurt Novels & Stories

91 3rd POV. They don’t know what to do or how to receive the truth. When people say that the truth hurts, it’s never been something that the triplets experienced because they were never weak. But these last few weeks? It hurts so much ever since they gave their hearts out for love. “Love is indeed a punishment that we accept because we are defaulted to,” but the triplets have never been the ones to retire to that.

“Ryans?” My throat tightened. “Yeah.” “Why?” “Because I hate that I don’t hate him,” I said quietly. “Because every time I try to convince myself he’s just another Caleb, my heart doesn’t buy it. Because it still hurts. I hate that it hurts.” Dr. Hall nodded like she understood which, annoyingly, she always did. “Pain that strong usually means there’s still truth under it. You can’t heal from what you refuse to face.” “I faced it. He lied.”

Thinking of it made my body ache. “I have a meeting to prepare for,” he lied. I actually wished he hadn’t. If he just plainly told me he was restless or some fucking other shit, then lying. Only the truth hurts as badly as a lie, but once the truth is out there, healing kicks in. Lying just digs the wound deeper...

"What did you do?" "I forgave him. After he died. After it was too late to matter. I forgave him because holding onto anger was killing me. Eating me alive." She took my hand. "And I learned something important. Sometimes people lie because they are scared. Not because they do not love you. But because they love you so much they cannot bear to hurt you." "But the lie hurts worse than the truth." "Does it? Always? What if Colt really had been dying? What if watching him deteriorate for five years would have destroyed you? Would the truth have been better than the lie?"

"So I have to tell her the truth. Even if she hates me." "Yes, my love. Only truth can bring healing." “And if the truth hurts?” I asked. “The truth never hurts.” “What if she becomes something worse?” I asked. “What if I lose her?” “You won’t. Not if you speak to her.” “I don’t know what to say.” “Start with the truth,” she said. “Tell her what happened. Tell her what you felt. Let her see your pain. The truth will guide her back to the light.” “But what if she doesn’t forgive me?”

“Doesn’t change the fact that she grieved me. That she broke because of it.” “And now you get the chance to put truth where there’s only been silence,” I said quietly. “That matters.” Kiran gave a humorless laugh. “Yeah, well, truth doesn’t always heal. Sometimes it rips the scab wide open.” “Sometimes that’s the only way it can heal,” I replied. “The wound’s already there, Kiran. Might as well stop pretending it’s not.” He looked down at his boots, then out at the trees. “What if she hates me for it? For staying gone. For not finding a way back to her sooner.”

"That's not an answer." Her lips curved into the faintest smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "If you've hired those vultures, then you already know more than you should. But tell me—what good will it do? To Jana? To you? To anyone?" "Truth matters," I said, sharper than I intended. Dianne tilted her head, studying me like one would a stubborn child. "Truth is only useful if it heals. Sometimes it destroys. My family... we learned that the hard way."

Because compared to the truth people will eat the issue raw and then spread it and exaggerate the story. Sometimes a truth is not important because the human heart just likes to look for other people’s faults and turn them into weaknesses to judge others. They don’t do it for justice or to do the truth, they just need someone to hate. But ironically, when the man left, they forgot everything as if nothing had ever happened. Like dew evaporating during the day, gone without a trace. And only the sickest people remember everything and still suffer. ***

I had written, "Damien's face haunted me today. His eyes seemed sad and pained. But I have to remind myself again: the truth is what I have to fight for. I cannot allow love to confuse my head with facts." I came to understand that my suffering was a reminder and a burden. It reminded me of the price one has to pay to lie and that justice has to be battled no matter what. I repeatedly told myself in a soft, hushed voice, "I will make this pain work for me. I will unmask all the lies, no matter how deep, and bring to light the truth."

I said almost whispered. I know what I said to her hurts. But the truth hurts, right? It's better to be hurt by the truth than to hope for nothing. "I-i love him." She said while crying. "I know. But you know what I realize? That everything happens for a reason. We may feel hurt for now, but once the perfect guy came you will be thankful that it didn’t happen because if it does you will not be with your perfect guy.” I said softly to comfort her.