Why Does The Truth Hurt Novels & Stories

"If I admit all of that, I have nothing left, no defense, no justification, nothing." "You have nothing left anyway," I pointed out gently. "At least this way you'd have the truth." "The truth doesn't pay debts," Ethan said bitterly. "The truth doesn't restore reputation, the truth just makes everything worse." "Only if you keep running from it," I said. Ethan laughed, sharp and humorless. "You really believe that," he said. "You really think the truth fixes things." "I think the truth is the only thing that gives you a chance at fixing things," I corrected. "Lies just make the damage permanent."

the smile sharpened "like you did then." And just like that, everything ended but with the simple, brutal truth laid out like something ordinary. It was all a lie and I had believed every single part of it. The room started spinning slightly, the weight of it all arriving at once, and for one long terrible second, I thought I might collapse right there on the floor. Because now that the truth was clear, I didn't know which hurt more. The fact that he had never loved me. Or the fact that I had loved him anyway.

For the first time, I found a genuine person who cared for me and not as their protectee. I lifted my gaze and wiped the tears on my face. “Sometimes it is difficult to hear the truth. It would either break your heart or set you free, or it could be both. He was protecting you from hating your brother, and earlier, I wished you wouldn’t demand to know the identity of another person involved. Yes, you deserve the truth, but it only causes you pain and heartbreak.” “Why did my own brother do that to me? Why did he want me dead?”

Something raw, painful, beautiful flickered in his eyes ache tangled with longing, guilt with something else neither of us dared name. “I never meant to hurt you,” he said. “If I could rewrite that night if I could give you back the choice I would.” A sob escaped me. I pressed my hands to my face. “I feel like I’m losing my mind.” “You’re not.” His tone softened even more, barely a breath. “You’re just finally seeing the truth.” Truth. A truth that would destroy Damian. A truth that could destroy me. A truth that could ruin the company, the two brothers, everything tied to their public image.

But it was true. It was a curse I had nothing to do with but to accept. Someone had said the truth--The truth hurts. In fact, It kills you inside without even letting your screams reach out, without letting the pain creep out. It leaves the cracks everywhere that you can't mend and it slowly kills you inside until you can't feel yourself anymore.

he asked softly. “I don’t know,” I whispered. He stepped closer slowly, careful, like approaching something fragile. “You didn’t hurt him,” he said. “You told him the truth.” Tears burned behind my eyes. “Why does the truth always feel like breaking something?” His voice softened into something I’d never heard before. Something almost tender. “Because you care,” he said. “That’s what makes you different.” I swallowed. Hard. “You didn’t have to step in.” “I did.”

“Because we are. Something Gina is hiding, Emory is mad at everything, and my mom... I hesitated, and bit my lips, before I spoke excessively. “…my mom is not herself. Rain looked at me, and her eyes were keen and gentle. “You feel stuck in the middle.” I nodded. I felt a tightening in my throat and managed to speak. “I don’t know what to do. When I press too much, all will be ruined. Still, maybe, everything will remain quiet if I remained silent too.” Rain leaned closer. “There are moments that the only solution to saving people is to tell the truth even when it hurts them.” Her words were still echoing in my head even after we left the cafeteria. The truth. That word was a knife.

I felt guilty for a quarter of a moment before I stopped myself from feeling pity for him. "What is there that you wanted to say to me? Whatever it is, I already know the truth and whatever different truth you may say, I cannot really know if it's really the truth so what's the point? You did it to me, I'm hurt already. You can't take back the pain you have caused me so what's the point?" "I don't care if you believe in me or not. What I only wanted was for you to know the truth. You can't decide what's the truth because there's only one truth." He breathed hard afterwards.

" I felt sick to my stomach, my best friend and my brother, together. I couldn't wrap my mind around it. I felt betrayed and hurt, I wanted to cry but that would only make Hailee happier. "I'm going to tell everyone about the slut you really are," I choked on my words. "No one's going to believe you! Besides, I made you, I could take away the little power you have in that school. Don't test me," She growled. I looked down at the floor, she was right. No one would believe me, Hailee was popular and I was just her little project, she didn't care about me, she just used me. I felt my blood boil, all these feelings were bottled inside and I finally had enough. I used all my force and slapped her

I cleared my throat, trying to pretend like I didn't care, but damn, this hurt so badly, and I couldn't hide the hurt and pain from my voice. “Why … why are you telling me all this? He’s gone now. What does it matter?” “I'm telling you because I feel you should die knowing the truth, oh, and also because I love that look of pain on your face. Naturally, I'm going to provide proof of all I'm saying so you don't think I'm lying."