You Hurt Yourself To Make Me Stay Novels & Stories

Stop deceiving yourself and stop playing games with me. "You're really getting a kick out of this, aren't you?" I said with a slight jest in my voice, trying to mask the hurt that was bubbling up inside me. The chuckles from your lips only served to deepen the wounds, reminding me of how much you've changed. It's like a knife twisting in my heart with every laugh. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore; they flowed freely down my cheeks, tracing the path of my brokenness.

“Well... If you can't do that, kill me if you must, or send me back to your uncle to put me out of my misery already. “I have had enough. I am going crazy in this room. Because I am sure this is not a place I want to stay for a single minute in my remaining life. Stop this.” “I hate hurting you. I hate seeing you like that.” “Then why are you hurting me?” She keeps sobbing. “Because I am so selfish. I thought running away with you and leaving everything behind would give us a fresh start. “Keeping you here around me will make you see the real me. And acknowledge me. I am obsessed with you. I cannot get over you in my mind. “I thought in my selfish mind that on a ridiculously small level, you

“Well... If you can’t do that, kill me if you must, or send me back to your uncle to put me out of my misery already. “I have had enough. I am going crazy in this room. Because I am quite sure this is not a place I want to stay for a single minute in my remaining life. Stop this.” “I hate hurting you. I hate seeing you like that.” “Then why are you hurting me?” “Because I am so selfish. I thought running away with you and leaving everything behind would give us a fresh start. Keeping you here around me will make you see the real me. And acknowledge me.”

-It got so frustrating that I even felt like giving up. -But you made me want to show my better side. -Even if my body is shattered and my heart is torn apart. -I'm making a promise to stay with you, and that promise will stay the same . -Nothing can stop me from loving you...you, you, you. -The reason why I sing is...you, you, you. -The reason I live is.... you, you, you. -Why do people stand by you when it's good? -Start to leave, without looking back, when it gets bad.

“You are hurting me as well. You create a monster in me. You shouldn't stay away from me” “I would never do that, you are the one who made me this way. I have never felt anything for anybody not even Richard until you came along. You made it impossible for me to control myself. I am just like a slut when you are by my side. I've never seen myself throwing myself so shamelessly at anyone just like I'm doing to you right now, so you made me this way. I won't let you be, I will make sure that my suffering will be your suffering as well”

If I didn't stay away, far away, we would both suffer. I missed him so much. A stray tear fell down my cheek. Knowing that he wasn't close, somewhere I could walk to and see him, hurt so much. I was never going to see him again. Maybe I should have stayed. No Morrigan leaving was necessary. It was for our wellbeing, for everyone. I fiercely wiped away the stray tear. “Why do you do this to yourself?” She whispered. I bit the inside of my cheek, blinking fast trying to stop the tears. Tears slipped down my cheeks, the more I tried to stop them the harder they fell. My throat tightened and my chest ached, the sobs tore out of my mouth.

“ I do. As long as you stay, nothing else matters. I won’t hurt you or anyone you know. ” Too bad. I can’t promise the same. I will definitely hurt you and everyone you know.

Will he take my place? I want to fix this, and Body wants to straighten out things more than I do. But I still love myself despite everything. I don’t want to get physically hurt. I don’t want to be reckless. I am taking my time, and if he can’t understand that, he can also go and fuck himself! “I said.” I start with a forced cool, my eyes glaring at him. “I am not hungry. Second, leave me be. You are not in my shoes to understand how this shit hurts and how it feels. So leave me the hell be!”

More myself. My legs wrap around him desperately, my nails scratching his back as if I need to leave marks that will force him to stay, to remember I’m his, that I choose him even when I’m shattered. He moans my name, strokes my face, and tells me over and over how beautiful I am, what he feels for me, how much it hurt to be apart.

“I know what a person on self-destruct looks like, OK? And baby, that is all that I see when I look at you. You carry on the way you have been? You’re going to get hurt. Bad. I’m not going to let that happen.” “Jim. Just leave it alone. Just – let me go.” “Go where?”