Трагическая Любовь Novels & Stories

A sweet voice resounded through the silent and dark hallway of the guards' quarters. A song about the love of Fiachra and the first king of Hymir portrayed in a beautiful melody that could only send a wrenching surge of emotions to one's heart. Portraying the tragic love story of Fiachra and the king for their love for the kingdom is a lot more powerful than their desire to stay with each other. That the interest of the kingdom is greater than their best interest for each other. Their love story is admirable and at the same time painful. Admirable that they could sacrifice too much for their country and its citizen but at the same time painful for it tells Fiachra's sacrifice for Hymir. Tell

I whispered, my voice cracking slightly, “I am tired. Tired of hiding my hurt, tired of pretending your half-truths are enough, tired of loving someone who leaves pieces of me bleeding in silence.” I took a step back, my hands shaking. “I have given you everything I had — my trust, my heart, my time… and for what? To watch you play with it, like it doesn’t matter? You’ve never truly held me, Josh. Not fully. Not completely. And maybe you never will.” I swallowed hard, my chest tight. “I’m standing here, loving you, and it kills me to know that part of you is always somewhere else. Somewhere I can’t reach.”

Why did love have to be this complicated? ***

she asked exasperatedly as she begrudgingly walked back to her bed and started opening the scrolls of love again. She sighed and choose one of the brightest scrolls in front of her. She figured that the brighter the scrolls were, the greater the love shared. The scrolls of love contain stories. Stories of the matches, pairings, her mother, and all the former goddesses of the moon had made. The scrolls record everything the match had to undergo for their love, how they met and how they ended. Some of them end up happily but the ones with the greatest love shared mostly end up tragically.

I begin to understand her wildness, her inability to trust someone so easily. “I lost the man I love,” she whispered, “The torture was painful, but then as I hung on that cross awaiting for me to take my last breath. I realized that the torture was nothing. Because nothing is more painful than not being able to tell the man that you love how much you love him. I wasn’t even able to tell him that I love him.”

Maria replied with a sad tone. “What do you mean hold?” Daria asked again but Maria seemed hesitant, “I’m sorry if am offending you” Daria drew back. “No it’s fine I actually had a terrible experience with love” Marisa paused asking for another refill, “I fell in love with the most beautiful man I had ever seen, but he wasn’t in love with me at the time we met, my friend seduced him” she paused again. “And they had a fall out leading to his disappearance, so hear I am, unable to find love again”she said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

Eric was preparing dinner for himself and his daughter in the kitchen while Lizzy and her friends were doing group studies in the living room. He was about to leave to go to his room to finish some of his office work in the room when he overheard Lizzy’s friend discussing their mother. His daughter, unlike others, was listening to her friends in silence, and his heart clenched at that moment. During his heartbreak, he lost sight of the fact that Lizzy was still a child who longed for her mother's love. He may have loved her a lot in an attempt to fill the void left by Miranda's departure, but no matter how much he tries, he will never be able to fill that place.

Pain teaches, and there is nothing more painful than loving someone who will not have time to return such affection. "There is nothing more painful than loving someone who will not have time to reciprocate such affection," he repeated in an echo, tripping over the words that moistened his eyes. "They took everything from Camila... From the job to the things he collected in his own life... "He raised his head, feeling it heavy and dizzy, and found his reflection in the cloudy eyes of his best friend's father. The only father he considered his. "Tristan is dead, isn't he?