Love Me Heal Me Novels & Stories

Take my mind and take my pain Like an empty bottle takes the rain And heal, heal, heal, heal Take my past and take my sins Like an empty sail takes the wind And heal, heal, heal, heal Tom Odell Heal Amelia's POV I sat down around my desk waiting on Hunter since Xavier instructed me not to leave the office. I decided to invite Hunter up for lunch it felt like ages since last spoke and it was mostly my fault since he made efforts to keep our friendship going. I heard the elevator door open and I stood up opening my door to see Hunter, his gaze met mine and he smiled walking into my office sitting down as I did the same.

he paused and touched my cheek and a broad smile spread on my face. "I want you to be my healer, with you by my side I can heal from the inside and let go of my past. I want to know what it feels like to love and be loved. I want my heart to heal from that trauma, I want you to help me forget everything. Would you accept to be my healer?"

I won't be able to face her parents until I catch him. I went and sat beside Evelyn's bed. I holded her hand in mine, "Evelyn, please wake up, baby. I love you so much. The moment I saw you getting hurt, I felt as if a part of me was hurt. It took me a while to realize, but I really really love you a lot, Evelyn. Please open your eyes, I want to tell you and show you how much I love you. " I don't know what to do now. When is she going to wake up.

But I could be that guy to heal it over time And I won't stop until you believe it 'Cause baby you're worth it So don't act like it's a bad thing to fall in love with me Cause you might look around and find your dreams come true with me Spend all your time and your money just to find out that my love was free So don't act like it's a bad thing to fall in love with me, me It's not a bad thing to fall in love with me, me Now how about I be the last voice you hear tonight? And every other night for the rest of the nights that there are And every morning I just wanna see you staring back at me 'Cause I know that's a good place to start I know people make promises all the time Then they turn righ

"It will hurt both of you. If you want him, make him stay. Heal with him." Heal? With him? Jasper? Can I...can we really do that? My chest feels like it's been weighed down with an anchor, my brain a jumbled mess of emotions. I try to speak, but my voice is caught in my throat. Just as I'm about to try again, my phone shatters the silence, shrill and insistent. I pull it out, my heart sinking as I see my dad's name flashing on the screen. I hesitate for a moment before answering, my throat constricting around the words.

“Do you still believe in us?” “Jake.” “Tell me.” “I do, but I don’t know how to let go of my pain.” “You don’t have to do it alone. Let my love heal your heart, Bee.” Jake tilted my chin, his sincerity melting the walls I surrounded myself with. “I love you.” I sobbed, biting my lip, allowing my heart to fall into his hands. “I love you, I still do.” Warm lips descend upon mine. Everything around me faded behind the light that flourished through my chest. Love blossoming between us, guiding me back to where I belong.

That healing is messy but beautiful. And that love—real love—is worth everything. From my heart to yours, Thank you for reading. With all my love, O.J

He looked broken, wretched, he looked like he was in pain. I shook my head. “No we are not one.” “What the fuck are you saying. Man, common.” he tried to touch me. I shifted back, placing my back on the wall. “Don’t touch me.” He breathed in deeply, rolling his tongue in the inside of his cheeks. “We’ve got to heal. We need closure.” “Not like this. And not we, but you.” “Me. you. We are the fucking same.” I shook my head. “No… because I don’t hate. I love Mum. I love Grace.”

"Gabriel! That's too much, please..” "I mean it," I cut in. "I’m not going anywhere. I have never left you. I never will. Do you need me to prove it?" "Why are you doing this to me? Why aren't you allowing me to heal?” "Because I love you and I will heal you. That's my promise to you," I said simply. She flinched. Like the words were too much for her to digest. It looked like she wasn’t ready to hear them. But I wasn’t taking them back.

‘As usual’ I whispered. Connected to our inbuilt speaker, opened my Spotify and let the lemonade album play through, as I opened a bottle of alcoholic wine, I took a chunk and sang each lyric with pain and tears in my eyes, laid down on the couch and dozed off. The rays of sun and the constant ding of the door bell made me frustrated, my phone vibrated, migraines, mascara stains, my bottle of alcohol laying on the floor empty, this time the door bell rang louder than before, I checked my phone, 100 missed calls from G!,notifications began to ding across social platforms. I struggled to walk to the door as Love drought from the album played, oh this album gave me a good night hangover, I wond