Dolor Romane & Geschichten

It hurts. So badly.

I asked him angrily, "what's wrong with you? Have you gone mad? He said rubbing his whole face," no, I am completely fine. I was just feeling those pains which I had given you. I can't undo what I had done. But, at least I can try to feel your pain". His voice holds too many regrets and his eyes are teary. I look towards him with total disappointment. I said rudely," Listen, I am not a monster to see someone's physical pain. If you are thinking that doing all this you will earn my forgiveness than let me tell you that, you are wrong. I will never forgive you!!"

I look at her very well, her brown eyes seems lifeless and dull, dark circles under them, her face didn't hold any joy, I got curious, I want to know why. She rushed to her sit and sat down, looking like she just ran marathon and she's trying to catch her breath, she has been running I guess, because she was sweating profusely, she started searching her bag for something I guess is a face towel to clean her face and I didn't know when I offered her my face towel "have this" I said in my American accent. ***

I'm glad it came when we arrived home so I could sleep off the pain in my abdomen after taking medicine. But that’s what I thought. It's more painful than last month. A knock on the door made me groan. The door was locked, so I needed to walk and open it manually. Dante’s face greeted me when I slowly opened the door. “Hmm?” “You okay?” “I have dysmenorrhea.” I look down at his hand, holding a mug. “What is it?” He handed me the mug. “Drink this. For your pain and insomnia.” It’s warm as I smell it, “Chamomile tea.”

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ My body is sore all over, and I try to roll over but wince in pain. I feel like I’ve gone ten rounds with a heavyweight fighter and completely got my ass kicked. My mouth is dry, and my eyes feel as if they are swollen shut. I can feel softness under me, not the hard floor I remember being on last. I want to see if I can smell any other scents, but I’m too out of it to focus. Zora….are you there?

I sobbed, my voice filled with a mixture of desperation and despair. I kept my eyes tightly shut, overwhelmed by the excruciating pain that seemed to intensify with each passing moment. I could no longer find the strength to scream, my throat feeling strangled and raw. My mother tried to soothe me by gently rubbing the top of my head, but the pain remained relentless, defying any attempt at comfort. I couldn't help but wonder what Felix and Giselle were doing to cause such immense suffering, the torment seemingly endless. As time ticked by, a new wave of discomfort and dizziness washed over me, my head throbbing with a relentless, pulsing pain.

I was struggling. The pain was unrelenting, coursing through my body like a tidal wave, consuming everything in its path. I could hardly focus on anything except the agony twisting my bones and tearing apart my skin. Yet, even through the haze, I could hear Dalton’s voice, a steady anchor amidst the chaos.

I feel a stinging pain erupt in my lower abdomen, and I scream out in pain, not expecting it to hurt so much. "Respira, mariposa. Respira a través de él. Estará bien. El dolor se detendrá." Breathe, butterfly. Breathe through it. It will be ok. The pain will stop. Hunter says, releasing one of his hands from my grasp to reach up and stroke my jaw. He turns my face to look him in the eye, showing me that he won't move until I'm ok.

The days had a brightness to them that seemed to have dimmed when Victoria left, leaving the place shrouded in a quiet melancholy. "I know that. And what you're saying is true. But I just can’t help but feel regret," Dolor confessed, her voice tinged with a sadness that echoed through the stillness of the forest. Her gaze shifted, hardening as she looked toward the tall, imposing fence of what was supposed to become a grand resort and restaurant, now only a distant dream. "Especially now that the woman who ruined everything is back. That wretched Carmela!" she spat, her voice sharp and bitter, a stark contrast to the serene surroundings. Her eyes narrowed as s

“Drink some more if you need to.” An abrupt grunt burned in his throat, white teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his eyes clamped shut. His large palm dwarfed the miniature bottle of whisky as he brought it to his lips and chugged down the remainder. “Fuck,” he cried out, long and drawn out, his muscles clenching rigidly beneath bloodied skin. “I know, baby. I’m sorry,” Zoe whispered, wiping her hair from her forehead with the side of her hand. “The needle is too weak to go through smoothly.”