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“Love was never on the table.” “Why? Because of that loser Daniel?” she pressed. “Are you really letting that fool dictate your view on love?” I turned my gaze away, “No, of course not,” I said, rising to my feet. “This has nothing to do with Daniel or that I never gave your men a chance. You are actually right they are nice men but I have no heart to offer any man, it stopped beating four years ago” I plainly stated and requested her to change the topic or I was going to leave.

"You can't force love by tightening your grip. The harder you hold on, the more likely it is to break." Immediately, Gian shrugged his father's hand away. His eyes burned with unshed tears. "You don't understand!" His voice cracked. "I love her! I can't lose her!" For the first time in several minutes, Aurelia and Gian truly looked at one another. Beneath the hurt, love was still there. Beneath the disappointment, longing still remained. Both of them wanted to reach across the distance. But pride and heartbreak stood between them like an unscalable wall.

Hit it, no rubber would never let no one touch her Swear we drive each other, mad, she be so stubborn But, what the fuck is love with no pain, no suffering Intense, this shit, it gets dense She knows when I'm out of it like she could just sense She'd be down for whatever, never gotta convince. (I do it, no condom, I'd never let nobody touch her I swear, we got our way, man, she's so stubborn But what the fuck is love without pain, without suffering Intense, this shit, it gets thick She knows when I'm out of my mind, like she can just feel it She'll take anything, I never had to convince her)

She tries to stop the tears by putting her hands on her eyes, but she fails. "My bad! His selfless love never mattered to you; his words matter to you! I'm sorry, dear, I can't accept it." "I don't know if you really loved me because I heard that love means trust, care, and adoration, and I can't see anything except doubt." "Yes, I loved and trusted you, but what did you do to me? You betrayed me, rejected me, hurt me for days over days, and you are here telling me what love is?" "It's for revenge?" "If you think so, then it is." "Great!" "Wanna flee from me?" Rosalia smiles while removing the tears from her eyes. "No!" "Why? Your revenge isn't done yet." "I want you to take your revenge on

It was a moment suspended in time, where the world outside ceased to exist, and the only reality was the captivating dance between their bodies and souls. In that intimate embrace, the sweet and bitter pain intertwined, creating a symphony of sensations that painted the canvas of their love. It was a bittersweet reminder that their connection was both tender and passionate, delicate yet powerful. The ache in her muscles echoed the depth of their longing while the tenderness in his touch whispered promises of love and devotion.

It's a riptide I can't escape. I wail because the man I love is gone. He's here now, but it's all a mirage. One I would give everything to sustain for an eternity. My chest hurts as I sob in bellowing cries. I can't hold onto him anymore. I collapse to my knees, heaving and gasping in pain. A pain so profound that it's become a pang no physical injury could ever inflict. I don't know anything that's ever hurt this badly.

"Colleen, I'm sorry, but as you can see, Rosie and I are together now. I can't keep dragging this on with you. Given your current status, you won't be allowed into the Johnson family. I hope you understand." I stared at him. "Why, Adrian? Do you really think I'm tainted just because of that kidnapping incident? But I've proven otherwise to you. Besides, if you truly love me, these things wouldn't matter…" Adrian suddenly interrupted me harshly. "Enough!" "Colleen, that's enough. I did love you, so I've tried my best, but I just can't bring myself to touch you. Every time I do, I feel like I'm going to puke. I've seen a psychologist, and I've suffered for three years. Why can't you understand

The cold, dark walls of the prison cell were suffocating, the air thick with the stench of damp stone and lingering mildew. Katie had long since lost track of time. The aching in her body, both from the brutal fight with Garret and the deep, gnawing pain in her abdomen, was unbearable. Her bruises throbbed, and every movement she made sent waves of agony through her chest, where Garret’s fists had landed, the force of his blows leaving her gasping for air.