You're Not Invincible You Know 소설 & 이야기

“I always thought you were... invincible. Like you could handle anything.” Noah chuckled softly, his thumb brushing the back of my hand. “I’m not invincible, Lena. I’ve had my fair share of struggles, of moments when I felt like I was being crushed under the weight of it all. But I’ve learned to build walls, to protect myself from the outside world. And now, I want to protect you, too.”

“You’re safe here… whether you like it or not.” ‎

“ 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.

"Because from where I'm sitting, it feels like you've spent your whole life trying to be smaller so people have less to comment on. And it never worked. People are always going to have something to say." I don't answer right away, because some old, tired part of me wants to explain myself even here, to her and wants her to list every reason I've made the choices I've made, every logical justification for years of trying to take up less space in a body that never asked to be a topic of public conversation. I catch myself before I start. "I'm working on it," I say instead, shorter than my instinct wants it to be.

I will get to the root of this, even if I have to claw my way there. Run while you still can, Nina. You have no idea what you're up against.

Even if I have to run miles for you to remember everything--- Everything for you, Dreanna.

How can I not trust you? *

Cannon mind link and I thought about that too "No, it's not possible! If I try to do it I will be vulnerable for the man to hurt me, I can't focus on anything else than trying to fight him and keep away from his dark magic and save us! He is too powerful and I can't master my gift!" I tell them through the mind link, no one says a word for a long time and we all stand there and look at the barrier when it gets overrun by the black for every passing minute.

Nothing lasts. "Those who survive are always alone because they know that when shit happens, everyone is just going to run away from them again," I said, "Surviving makes you selfish, it makes you heartless and cruel," I nodded, "So yeah, what's doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger, but no one really knows at what cost." It's simple, what doesn't kill you, it fucks you up.

It can do everything, but sometimes it's not enough to catch the curveballs that life throws us. This is not the first time evidence has been presented, but it has never felt so powerful. So indestructible and I am a vulnerable piece that breaks and struggles to reattach itself to the shears that are scattered around. There must be a solution, but I don't know if it's deception, or any silly couple fight.