Romans & histoires Why Does The Truth Hurt

Whatever it is. — And if the truth hurts her? — She already hurts. From the beginning. Since she agreed to take my place that night. Since she discovered she loved you. Since she understood she would have to leave. The truth can't hurt her more than the silence. He looks at me for a long time. A very long time. As if rediscovering me. — You're incredible, he murmurs. — No. I'm just tired of lying. Tired of pretending. Tired of protecting people who already hurt.

I didn’t know if I wanted the truth. Because the truth might ruin the one thing that still made me feel something. The truth might break me, just like it broke Jake. Was I being selfish for trying to avoid more pain? For letting Jake suffer more than I did? Hayden brushed my hair back and kissed the side of my face. “You’re quiet.” “Just thinking.” “About what?”

Fear chews at my insides. “If he finds out…” I begin. “He will,” she says. “He always does.” “I don’t want him to think—I’m not doing this to hurt him,” I say, surprising myself with how true that feels. “You’re doing it to tell the truth,” she says. “If it hurts him, that’s…collateral honesty.” I let out a shaky breath. “I want them to hear me,” I admit. “Not a statement. Not a PR spin. Just…me.”

I have no idea how he's using them to type on the itty-bitty keys. I figure as long as he's able to ignore me, I can ignore him as well, which I have done wholeheartedly. Once I set my mind to something, my determination is unending. But it doesn't mean I'm not heartbroken. And I still don't know what to do. Sure, the answer seems obvious. Tell the fucking truth. Isn't that what they teach everyone in elementary school? The truth will set you free and all that. But here's the thing. The truth won't set everyone free. The truth will get someone in trouble. And that trouble will be a shockwave through our entire circle. If there's even a friend circle left afterward.

The pain echoed within me as I uttered those words aloud. Furrowing his eyebrows upon hearing my answer, he asked, "Do you know why?" I shook my head firmly, expressing my lack of knowledge and disinterest in finding out. "No. I don't have the answers, and frankly, I don't have any desire to seek them." Curiosity got the better of her, who questioned my reluctance. "Why not? Understanding the truth , it could potentially bring you comfort and acceptance." I acknowledged the potential benefits of knowing the truth. I recognized that by uncovering the facts, I could either move forward or explore alternative solutions. However, a lingering fear gripped me as I responded, my voice trembling wit

“You do not understand what it costs to stand beside me.” “Then tell me,” she says, fierce now. “Show me. Stop pretending I can’t handle the truth.” The truth. The truth is blood and ruin. The truth is the nights I spent clawing my way out of the gutter, the bodies I stepped over, the empire I built from ashes and screams. The truth is men like Vincent who will never stop until they taste my blood or hers. “You want the truth?” I say coldly. “The truth is that everyone I touch ends up broken. You think you can survive me, but you cannot. No one does.”

"Yes, you will. Because that's what you do. You run before you can get hurt, even if it means hurting the people who love you." I felt tears starting to burn behind my eyes. "Julian, please don't say that." "Why not? It's the truth. And tonight you wanted honesty, so that's what you're getting." Julian's words were obviously showing that he was really really hurt. I thought to myself that I may have finally lost him.

the truth hurts they say! ❤........❤

“Then you're a disappointment and a fool, because trust me when I say… no man is worth ruining your future over.” Something in my chest cracked. Tears fell down my face silently… Not because he just insulted me—but because he did so with the truth behind it. And as humans we've always hated hearing the truth. Why? Because it freaking hurts. “Thank you, Henry.” I said, quietly. Then slammed the door shut.

Everything that he said is the truth. Just because it's the truth doesn't mean that it hurts any less though. In fact, it makes it worse. And it just made me angrier. Why do I have to have the one thing that makes me happy taken away from me? "No...this isn't true at all...it isn't true ..."