All Chapters of Colors of Heartbreak : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

While mourning for my slaughtered dream wedding and the man I was supposed to marry, I couldn't help but wish that my life was like my favorite rom-com movie with panty-dropping hot, sexy, and charming guys and a one-hundred percent guarantee of happily ever after.A life without hard-core drama, a fiancé that would never ghost you like Casper, or a life without the trivial things like snot on your decongested nose, cramps, and bills to pay.How I wish life was that simple. As I looked at Killiad's face I couldn't help but wonder how are we going to make this arrangement work. How on my vulnerable state I could stomach another relationship doomed for failure.After Brad cheated on me I have this extreme paranoia of being left alone again.Yes, I'm scared of being left alone.But I'm more terrified of trusting again.So when the shock wears off the f

"Yohooo!" I was abruptly pulled from the trance the moment I heard Arya's screeching voice while shoving Killiad as fast as I could."Arya!" I fumed, mortified as stared at my grinning best friend as she raises her phone above her head and started waving it.I tried taking her phone from her but she immediately hides it from me, running behind Killiad for protection.Now I realized she used her old trick to gossip.I threw a finger at her face as I stared at her accusingly. But instead of cowering behind Killiad some more, she jumped on her feet while both hands clasp together gushing out. "Oh. My. Gosh! It was so beautiful, Elle!"“Delete that!”“No, this picture would help make my life easier when dealing with you.” I scoffed. Am I the difficult one? “And you really thought that you could use that against me? B*tch, I have a lot of demeaning picture of you that would surely vanish you on the Pet

“Helena you don't have to do this. This is your shop and it may ruin you.” I huffed, worry evidence in my voice.“Shush, don't worry about me or the shop. I'll be alright besides, this is your wedding you got to decide what you want well, in this case, what Arya wants.” Helena said with conviction while looking sheepishly in Arya's direction.I huffed glaring at them. “This is childish,” I argued, running my hand through my hair.Pinching her nose, Arya slanted her eyes in an annoyed glare. “It's not, it's taking back what's yours.” I sighed, shoulder slumped in defeat. I'm tempted to go with their plan. But the question is, would it makes me happy? Will it take all the hurt Brad had inflicted on me? Will my insecurities go away?“Will it take the pain away?” I asked no one but it makes Helena and Arya mum.It's a rhetorical question but deep inside I'm also wondering if it could help me sleep knowing I made them feel a fraction of what I ha

The world seemed to stop the moment we stepped inside the reception venue. I hesitated for a second but a small encouraging tug on my side makes me forget my hesitation and continue to walk until everyone can finally see us approaching. I sucked on a breath willing myself not to crumble in front of the mass of people in front of us as I heard my heart breaks all over again. But as I look at the newlywed couple I felt something I never expected to feel at this moment.Hope. Hope that maybe just maybe Brad and I were not really meant for each other and someone out there is really meant for me. That everyone has someone out there. “You okay darling?” Came a gentle and warm voice beside me. I lightly squeezed his hand and smiled. “I will be,” I whispered back, tugging him towards my friends who are already watching us with a twinkle of mischief in their eyes. Then, Arya opened her mouth emitting an ear-piercing shrieked that blankete

The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad. Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.I was abruptly pulled from my meditative state as Killiad’s voice cut through the thick ambiance inside of his car. I don’t know how long we were just sitting without talking as he let me have my space.“You sure you don’t want it cleaned?” He suddenly asks eyeing my busted knuckles. I shook my head. It’s throbbing but the scrapes already numbed down. Surely if I could handle being cheated and betrayed, I c