Emotional Damage Guy の小説・ストーリー

Damian hastily unlocked his car and once he was inside, he slammed the door hard, before putting his head on the steering wheel, offloading all the numerous emotions that were bubbling up inside him. He was deeply hurt, angry, heartbroken and sad. Is this how it was really going to be? Didn't Maya care about him? Did all they share really mean nothing to her? How can she carry another man's child. She didn't even try to explain things to him and assure him the child was his.

I told him, earning myself another chuckle. “Jeez, girl, you going to get me admitting my emotions? I felt bad for you, Mari, losing your mate. That a bad thing? We are friends, yeah? There is nothing wrong with caring for you, is there? And I have seen how much it has affected Leo. He is worried for you. Not to mention, that I’ve read the reports. The damage done to him… they seriously slaughtered him…" He began.

Comfortable. I watched the reflection of distant lights ripple across the water before speaking quietly. “Do you ever think about how insane this whole thing was?” “Frequently.” “I’m serious.” “So am I.” I turned slightly toward him. “A contract marriage should not have involved this much emotional damage.” “There was less damage than your version of events suggests.” “You emotionally terrorized me for at least four months.” “That feels dramatic.” “You stared at me like you knew things.” “I usually did.” “That is not helping your case.”

“You think this little reconciliation fixes anything?” She twisted her neck to glare viciously at Emery. “You will NEVER be happy. Mark my words, Emery Lincoln” “ENOUGH!” Damian roared. It was the loudest, most brutal sound he had ever made in his life. Everyone froze. Even Clara. Damian pointed at her, voice shaking with utter disgust. “You hurt the woman I love. You destroyed my family. You abused a child who wasn’t even yours. And you used my guilt against me.” He stepped closer.

After a long silence, he said " What did that guy do? Did he hurt your ego or snatch some stupid deal? " " Oh come on. I'm not like this anymore. For your kind information, I ain't a guy in his early twenties with ego issues. Things have changed, and so do I. That bastard tried to mess up with my love so, he had to pay back because there is a high possibility that he can repeat It with some other innocent soul. Please bro help me. If my big brother (Grayson) was there with us then I won't have bothered you " I explained getting emotional at the end because fuck I miss him so much.

Contacting Damien within the next few days is impossible,all thanks and gratitude to hearth stone Drake. My heart wells and tightens, blood flow slumpy and death wishes surf my thoughts. Guilt and regret surf my veins. Damien seemed extremely hurt and heartbroken earlier today. He seemed shattered and devastated. His eyes stressed and lack sleep. Curiosity regarding his current emotions surge me. He's certainly devastated,hurt,broken and shattered. A minute explanation alone. A minute explanation over explain the video, that's my greatest desire but Drake's non contact rule ruins everything. Damien's emotional hurts within these next few days is my fault and it tears me. It bores deep soring

I mumbled and saw the hurt look on his face, he felt pained, he was in so much pain, then my mind killed me and went back to that ice shit He was actually the one suppose to be offended with me, I was in his rival arms, even chose to not see him after that time, he would have been very worried for a piece of shit like me “Am really sorry” Tears gathered around my eyes, and he immediately hugged me He didn’t wanted to see me cry But my hands couldn’t hug him back…. Another emotinal damage i caused to him I was really a mess, but he didn’t let me go, and it gave birth to another loop started all over again He started checking up on me daily He started being there for me, he was literally my ev

Less immediate. People were thinking instead of obeying. That was new. Gregory noticed it too. “This entire situation is emotional manipulation,” he continued, looking directly toward the board. “Damian is injured, unstable, and acting irrationally under stress.” “Irrational?” Damian’s voice cut through the room quietly enough that everyone stopped talking again to hear him. He looked exhausted standing there beneath the lights. The strain in his face had become harder to hide over the last several minutes, and I could see the effort it took for him to remain upright without leaning harder against the conference table.

“He was cranky. Snapping at the staff. He rarely does that, and I wonder what could have riled him up so much.” “He just lost his father, and his brother stole the love of his life. Honestly, I can't begin to fathom the emotional distress that is eating away at his sanity. Even a man as strong-willed as Maverick isn’t immune to feeling emotional damage.” I shrug, trying not to sound sympathetic for Maverick because that would mean I care about him. Which I don't.