You Hurt Me Quotes For Him Novels & Stories

It’ll take time to heal what I’ve hurt in him. “I love you. I’ll be waiting.”

he said in a hushed voice. I couldn’t help but turned a blind eye to what he said. His words were too rushed for me. I love someone who can’t love me back, and that was fucking hurt. “Move on is the best revenge.” Then he grinned at me, baring his even teeth. I thought about what he had said and glanced at him a little. But my eyes slowly drifted to his well-built body. It was as if I wanted to touch it. “Are you hurt, too?”

Damn him! He slowly walked away. The tears that I had been holding back were dripping. It hurts! Goddamn it, it hurts like hell! I did everything I could to stop him! What is missing for me to stab him in the neck that everything he thinks is wrong?! But he was determined to really forget me. And it breaks my heart into pieces.

"I'm under an oat to not fuck even if I want to." I feel relieved after hearing him say this, but then a part of me feels sorry for what he might have and must be going through knowing he can never have what he desire the most. "I'm sorry," I say, feeling pity for him. "Non fa male più - It doesn't hurt anymore, just old familiar feelings." "It does. When you love someone, and cannot have them, it would always hurt." "I don't want it to." He groans closing his eyes briefly, before opening them and his eyes meets mine and I look away immediately. "Why do you always have to be on your defence with me?"

“I hate what you’ve turned me into.” My chest caved in instantly. “Nathaniel…” I reached out, wanting to hold him. He stepped back. His words and actions destroyed something inside me. “I would never hurt you,” I said quickly. “But you hurt everyone else!” he snapped suddenly, wincing right after from the strain on his ribs. “And you’ll only keep hurting people just because things don’t go your way.” I stared at him speechless. His breathing shook badly. “I can’t do this anymore,” he whispered. “I can’t keep drowning with you.”

“So what, I’m bait now?” “You’ve always been,” I said, not harshly, just honestly. “He wants to hurt you because he thinks it’ll destroy me. And he’s right, at least partially. It would mess me up. But it won’t break me. And I sure as hell won’t let it happen.”

I say smiling. He shakes his head, “that’s so uncalled for; are you fine, I hope their words didn’t hurt you”; I shake my head, “I didn’t care; it’s only people that are close to me that can hurt me. For example if you were the one talking about me in that manner I’ll be deeply hurt” I say

Did he ever not even once call me or find me to ask why I left so suddenly "You don't care about me...you only use me...you've never valued my existence" it hurt me to say this to him but he had to know how I felt in all this. As much as he had his reasons I too had many things to say to him about having Victor holding me in place as we both let our anger out.

I echoed, not sure if he meant it as a compliment or a warning. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, “Yeah,” he murmured, his eyes locked on mine. “Because now, you have the power to hurt me.” His words made my chest tighten and made me want to pull him closer but push him away at the same time. How did I let it get this far? The words he had said a few hours ago at the party echoed in my head... The only person who could hurt me would be someone I loved—completely, hopelessly, and incredibly. You have to love someone to feel that kind of pain.

The whole time, his eyes stay on me—quiet, tracing the lines of my face like he's memorizing them. "I hate when you hurt yourself like this," I whisper. "I don't mean to," he says, voice barely audible. "It's just it's the only thing that shuts it off sometimes." I tape the last strip of gauze and smooth it down. "You don't have to hurt to feel better." His jaw flexes. "Yeah? Then why do I feel worse when you're gone?" My heart jumps. He says it so softly I almost think I imagined it.