A Broken Heart Is Blind Black Keys Novels & Stories

I couldn't find a single word to say. Hearing my quiet sobs, Diego's tone softened. "Hey, why are you crying? The principal position is gone, but there's still a place for you here. Just come back." Listening to his reassurance, my tears flowed even harder. Five years ago, I played Chopin's "The Farewell Waltz" in this piano shop. I never imagined that the sadness in the music would someday mirror my heartbreak, as if everything had been destined. Just then, my phone buzzed with a text from my lawyer. "Ms. Tucker, your divorce documents are ready and have been sent to your email. Please check them at your convenience."

That day left me blinded for life, it left me scarred and it left me to the event that changed my whole life around. Two years had gone by since I was left blinded by that hunter's trap. My parents didn't care when I came home, bumping into things, with blood on my face. Over the course of two years, I had healed but my sight was lost forever, it was during this time that I began to rely on my hearing and soon I adapted to the black void that would always be with me. It was also during this time that I began to hear my parents whisper things about the upcoming winter, getting rid of their mistake, and finally hoping that they'd be set free of it. Somehow I knew they were talking about me but

As I entered inside the home, I could hear the sound of the Jaguar moving far away from me. My heart was all shattered into thousand prices is it even love if hearts aren't broken and tears aren't shed? _________________________________________________

I could feel my heart breaking with each word she spoke. Her voice was steady, but I could hear the pain beneath it, the years of hurt that she had buried deep inside. And I had been the cause of all of it. “I was blind,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I was so blind, Eva. I couldn’t see what was right in front of me. I couldn’t see that you were the one who cared for me. I couldn’t see that you were the one who loved me.”

My vision became blurry as tears streamed down my cheeks, but I kept looking out into the streets, hoping to see him. "Please..." I begged myself. My heart feels like it's breaking even more. I'm not sure why I'm feeling this way. I'm completely brokenhearted. Pain stings my heart on a regular basis. I'm starting to lose hope of remembering. I was so perplexed when I awoke from that tragedy, and now...I feel like I'm back at square one.

London and Jackie: "I see through the facade!" "Wounded and afraid, he's become no more than a killer" "Run! They warned me!" London and Jackie: "Run! Run for your life!" "Give me a fucking break, can't you tell he needs emotional attention!" "Fuck society!" London and Jackie: "Society fucking sucks!" "Don't tell me what he's done, I will stay by his side 'till the sun dies!" The musical interlude with the guitar has my feet moving and my head bobbing. Soon I zoned out and was only me the music.

My heart was thumping hard against my chest for some reason, excited and nervous to hear the lyrics he wrote. "It's been a long day and I'm trying to figure it out The way those words left your mouth..." His eyes glued on the keys. "I feel broken, shattered and blue and it's all because of you.." His eyes now darted at me. "And I'm trying, trying to figure it out.." We stare eye to eye. "If this is love..." His eyes focused back on the keys again. "Why does it break me down? Why do you break me down?" He paused for three seconds. Took a deep breath in and exhaled.

~I got way too much time to be this hurt Somebody help, it's getting worse What do you do with a broken heart? Once the light fades, everything is dark Way too much whiskey in my blood I feel my body giving up Can I hold on for another night? What do I do with all this time...~ She continued, until it came to the last line of the song where she slowly opened her eyes, as tears freely flowed in her face for everyone to see.

The moment I saw his panic face, a squeezed in my heart was being felt suddenly. “W-why?” He whispered with a weak voice. His grey eyes began to tremble as his large palm caressed my hands softly. “I---I promise I’ll behave. I’ll never do it a-again, cross my heart. P-please?” His voice was fragile, making me closed my eyes for a moment before looking at him as well. Meeting his grey confuse eyes that displayed sadness although he was trying not to show it. I slowly smiled, lifting my hand to touch his messy hair. “There are things that can never be the same again once it broke. Our hearts,-------our hearts need to heal itself B-Black…” I stated with a soft tone.

“It's me crying but the tears aren't the point. It's the reach. I'm trying to grab something that isn't there anymore. Someone that used to be part of my life. That made me happy. And I know it. That's why I won't look at my hand, because if I do, I'll have to admit the space is empty.” She kept on smiling. Motivating me to say more. “The black is heartbreak. It's everywhere in the frame because that's how I feel. It takes the entire room. The colors on the edge is what's left of him, and us. They used to be bright. But now, they're just bleeding into the dark.” “Kehlani.” She touched my hands. “This isn't stupid. I mean, yeah, it's supposed to be part of the theme. It's amazing. It's why yo