You Hurt Me Quotes For Him の小説・ストーリー

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.

"Just don't hurt him." "You have my word. It won't be me who hurts your mate." I nodded and reached out, touching my hand to his. And my world faded to white.

he couldn’t hold back that evening and though he was not regretful about his behaviour, he certainly was unhappy with himself for using the language that he used for her. You are mine to hurt, mine to give pain, yet it is I who hurt more, when I hurt you... All Hearts !

I was amazed that I was able to stop myself from turning around to face him. “I hurt you,” he said. What is he saying? Of course he had hurt me.. so many times! “I’ve hurt you,” he repeated calmly. And that was all it took for me to break. I whirled around to face him. “Hurt me, Damian? Hurt me? You BROKE me!" He didn't say anything about my outburst, which made me furious at him.

He owns me, so only he can hurt me. Or fix me.

Going inside, I sat beside him and held his hand, they say that mate’s touch boosts in healing. If you don’t love me, then why you took my dagger? Sometimes I wanted to hurt you so badly, not because I want to but to let you know how it feels, but I can't. How can I peel you out of my heart, when it beats for you. “Your hurting me, but I love you and every second you don’t love me back… it hurts,” I whispered and placed my head on his hand. My mind was in haze, and throat clot from all the crying.

my bitter quote. It was as if I was taken aback by the last thing I said. I am so dead! It was only a week, but why does the pain seem so painful. Or I am just expecting more from him. I wiped away the tears, before taking a taxi. I didn't look at him, because until now I felt like I was getting burned. I went home in tears, my night was very secluded. It used to be like that but from what I witnessed before, I lost even more strength to associate with others. Love wasn't this sharp you can't say it's just a touch and it's deep.

Had I not been hurt, I would have hurled profanities at him to my heart's content. "Relax, sweetheart. I would never hurt you intentionally. Had I an option, I would not have blasted that darned building. I am sorry for hurting you. I promise to stay by your side until you are fully recovered. By now you should know that my heart beats for you and you alone my angel."

I can't allow it. Her brown eyes turned teary and I thought she was going to collapse in front of me. The pain was there again, now on the surface. Clear as gold in crystal water and suddenly the realization hit me like a punch in the stomach. Someone hurt you. - the sentence came out without me being able to stop it and the look on her face erased any doubt I might have had. Ellen had been hurt and the wound still hadn't healed. I would recognize an expression like that on any face. It was the same one I saw in front of the mirror every day. The same as someone whose heart and every feeling has been damaged.

It was bittersweet laughter, a release of emotions that had been building up for far too long. "You have me now." He whispered softly, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "And I promise to love and protect you, no matter what curveballs life throws our way. We'll face them together, and I'll always be here for you." His words brought a glimmer of hope to my heart, but tugging again after being hurt so many times was a daunting task.