Your Not Hurting Me This Time Novels & Stories

I couldn't find my voice. I try again, and this time I manage to ask. “Do I know you?” It came out trembling. “Yes and no, but that doesn’t matter right now. I’m here to talk to you before it’s too late for everyone.” I tried to move again, but it felt as if I was trying to move through mud. He chuckled, amused, and looked me in the eyes he said. “Stop that and listen to me. First, I will not hurt you. I just need your time for a bit.” For some reason, I believed him when he said he wouldn’t hurt me.

Because something told me he wouldn't hurt me this time. So I nodded. "Then let's get out of here." Halleluyah!

“I think I am starting to like you. It’s not about the contract or the condition anymore… I want you. Yet I keep hurting you…” His first statement sent the butterflies in my belly into a different growth. They became dragons. As his words became the music I had longed to hear. It made my toes tingle to know that he wanted me but his last statement stopped all pleasure within my skin, “You didn’t hurt me,” I blurted out. “I told you… I just needed a moment to myself. I needed to pull myself together. It’s not your fault at all,” I added shaking my head.

“You know this would be a lot easier if you just lifted me.” “It would.” He concedes, “But this is safer for your injuries, not to mention more entertaining.” I shove lightly at his chest, prompting him to wrap his arms around me so I cannot repeat the action. “My point is that I’m starting to realize just how badly I hurt you,” I carry on solemnly, feeling cozier than I can remember being in years. Of course you do. Luna gloats. We’re home; this is where we belong. I think we are. I agree. Goddess I’ve missed this.

Or will any of my life that I will ever have. I will protect myself this time... I will protect this second life given to me and promise that I will never break... Not the second time...

and now I realized how much I must have hurt him. I looked at my safe heaven and the moon shining on us... Last time when I was here I was with him, now again I am with him but there is nothing the same. Last time I was ready to share my safe heaven with him and now... now he is the man who has hurt me the most and maybe I am doing the same... trying my best to hurt him back... is that what I am doing? Hurting him to take my revenge? is that right? Is that making me feel any good? The answer is no... Seeing him in pain is making me feel more pain even after taking two pills. Not right... what is it between us that is broken but still not broken? What to do? I will never get closure like this

The city outside moved on—cars honking, horns echoing in the distance—but here, in this moment, everything felt still. Then she asked, barely louder than the flame, “What if I never come back to you?” I smiled—small, aching, true. “Then I’ll be grateful I got to love you at all.” She looked down, then up. Her throat moved like she was swallowing emotion too wide for words. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she said. “You’re not,” I replied. “You’re healing. And I’m here, not to rush it. Just to witness it.”

“Because what you’re doing right now? It’s not just hurting her. It’s hurting you too.” And for once, I had no fight left.

he sarcastically laughed at the thought, as my heart pinched painfully within my chest. "H-how old were you when it stopped?" I muttered, scared of the answer I would get, I watched attentively as his eyes shot down to mine in a pitiful glance. "It didn't." I could feel my hold on him get unconsciously tighter, "I mean, it hadn't but now, now he can't hurt me again, or you, here we can be together and neither one of us have to be in pain again, okay beautiful?"

“Don’t jump like that. You’re gonna hurt yourself.” I smiled warmly, resting my forehead against his. “I know you’ll catch me. You wouldn’t let me get hurt.”