Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 114

Chapterloo

Karissa

One of the most harrowing facts of life I’ve ever faced is the flow of time is merciless it refuses to halt for anyone, even when our hearts are shattered and soul injured. Time dashes ferociously and Life persists unfolding with relentless pace, and we’re left with no choice but to trudge forward, one heavy step at a time.

No anguish in my life had ever strike as deep as this. It was as if a vital part of me, one that had never fully taken shape, had been brutally massacred. The ache within me was relentless, a hollowed–out feeling that echoed through every fiber of my being, a constant remembrance of the loss that still felt like an open wound, bleeding.

The outpouring from Deckard’s family, of love and support was the major support system that got me through the first few terrible days. The steady stream of “get well soon” texts and reassuring phone calls had been a constant source of comfort, each message conveyed that I wasn’t alone.

I’d been instructed to rest for three weeks, and Deckard and Leona had seamlessly taken on the roles of being my nurse and caretaker. Deckard’s patience was unfaltering, often sitting beside me in comfortable silence or reading to me in a soothing voice. The only thing he gently coaxed me to do was eat the nutritious meals Leona carefully prepared.

Three weeks had slipped by, yet the tears continued to flow uncontrollably, and the anguish of my loss still lingered, a mountainous amount of burden couldn’t move. I was going through the motions of daily life, but every step felt hollow, every smile forced.

I’d faced pain before–the betrayal of my father’s infidelity, the devastating loss of my mother, and the heartbreak of Keith’s cheating but this, it was different. This ache was a cruel suffocating hand that I couldn’t seem to escape, couldn’t haul myself out of to breathe regardless of my efforts. The thought of seeking solace in therapy had crossed my mind, but somehow, the idea of laying myself bare before a stranger felt unappealing, it hadn’t helped me after my mother’s death anyways.

One thing that lingered persistently in my thoughts, however, was Deckard’s softly spoken words, uttered just before the doctor arrived for a checkup and some reassuring blood tests.

The words themselves weren’t new–he’d told me he loved me on numerous occasions before – but the tone, the inflection, and the emotions behind his dark eyes were distinctly different this time. The warmth in his gaze was unmistakable, and the yearning in his voice was unignorable, leaving me utterly perplexed and unsure of how to process or register it.

I couldn’t help but wonder: was it just my own tragile emotional state that had me interpreting his words in a new perspective or something had fundamentally shifted?

“Alright, give us some space,” Leona gently nudged Corwin, who had been steadfastly reassuring me that I could count on him for anything. His words were assuringly encouraging. Corwin was more than just a cousin or brother – he was a constant source of comfort and strength, and I felt blessed to have him in my life.

As Corwin departed, Leana’s gentle sigh filled the space, and her hand descended upon mine, her touch soft and comforting. She inched closer, as she spoke with empathy.

“We may not fully comprehend the depths of your pain, Karissa, but I do know that bottling it up inside isn’t the answer. It consumes you, slowly eating away at your soul.” Her voice lowering with sorrow, and I felt a pang of guilt as Xaviera nodded in agreement.

“She’s right, Karry,” she said, echoing Leona’s tone. I swallowed hard, my eyes drifting away, unable to meet theirs.

This brutal anguish was a suffocating rope around my neck making me feel tragile and helpless. It was as if the pain had become a venom, slowly coursing through my veins, draining the life from me. Every moment felt like a betrayal of my mother’s sacrifices, her tireless efforts to nurture my happiness and keep my spirit alive. The thought of losing myself to this darkness was a constant, gnawing fear, that I was slowly dying inside.

didn’t want this life, yet I felt powerless to escape its grasp. I was trapped, unable to navigate my way out of the pain that had inserted itself Inside me. The thought of becoming a hollow body devoid of life and purpose, was a haunting fear. But even more terrifying was the prospect of trying to live, of attempting to find my way back to a sense of normalcy, only to discover that I was no longer capable of experiencing joy, love, or happiness at this point.

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