FICTION: What Pain Hurts More
by vieauty
She puckered her lips at the mention of her lost love's name. Anger is running in her veins, a reminder of her heart's sorrow under her lost love's embrace.
While he wiped his tears because he sacrificed his happiness to prevent himself from hurting her more. He smiled until his very last breath, happy to know that she is happy and well— not.
There are two sides in a story. The one is heart breaking, while the other is self destruction for the sake of the greater good. And neither of them is more painful.
Because pain is pain. No matter how hard we try, we can't really know pain until we personally felt it.
In every person's perspective, pain is defined differently. Some love it. Some loath it. Some crave for it.
And it is easy to point fingers, to blame one another because we measure pain from our angle. But we can't really know.
Both sides are undeniably excruciating. Every pain have its cost, those crystal beads that run under our eyes. Or anger so violent it can rival the ocean.
Pain is either a treasure or something that will make us regret.
Because pain is pain.
It pleasures
As it hurts.
What Pain Hurts More
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vieauty
professional sick in bed idiot, Female
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