A Broken Heart Is Blind Black Keys Novels & Stories

The voice of my first heartbreak. The woman who was my everything… My first love. The reason I hate Professor Black with every drop of blood in my veins. My heart slammed violently in my chest. My hands shook. I turned slowly… terrified of what I might see. And there she was. Standing under the dim streetlight. Beautiful. Familiar. Broken. Her hair still the same soft waves. Her face still delicate. But her eyes… Her eyes looked like they had lived through hell. Her face looked shattered.

The kiss had been a shattering. His admission, a sickening revelation. My plea, a desperate gamble that had only revealed to me how deep his abyss was. It wasn't even about us anymore. It was about the terrible void where love was meant to be, and the scary scale of destruction Ethan Blackwell was actually capable of when pushed beyond his breaking point. The edge we'd leaned over hadn't simply broken; it had ruptured, and I was left crouched in the wreckage, with the taste of shattering on my tongue and want and the cold bitter tears of the ash and mine, aware that the destroying plummet was yet to come.

The pain in my voice echoed through the night, a haunting reminder of my shattered dreams and broken heart. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—our bond was irreparably broken, and no amount of wishing or hoping could change that. As I howled in pain, another howl joined mine, sounding as painful and heartbreaking as my own. Maybe someone else out there was feeling the same heartache as me—a connection in our shared suffering.

My heartbeats were rising hard and fast, echoing the pounding of his heart beneath my palm. For a long moment, we stared at each other, the tension between us thick and charged. I could feel my resolve wavering, my carefully constructed defenses beginning to crack. This was the moment I had been waiting for—the moment when I would confront Ethan Blackwood, the man I held responsible for so much pain.

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

Everything is just a fucking lie. Zachary heard his own heart shattering along with the loud crashing of the glass vase he had just thrown against the wall. He felt like his chest was being stabbed repeatedly as he slowly slid down against the wall, burning tears flowing out of his eyes like waterfalls. Each tear stung as it reminded him slowly of each day he and Kathryn had spent together happily. Gripping onto his clothes, Zachary screamed his lover's name once more, feeling his lips and shoulders shake vehemently at the silent whispers of a repeatedly uttered ghost name.

Panic seizes me as my mind starts to feel hazy and I can feel myself falling down. He's going to kill me. This is it. What will Nathan and Cole do? I can't leave them. I'm not ready to leave them. Will they miss me? Will they mourn for me? Or have I fucked up my relationship with them both. I've cheated on them both, they probably hate me. And then it goes black. ———

I'd never seen that in her eyes before. What broke my heart even more was the date of one of the videos. It'd been taken during my business trip last year, when I was working my butt off contacting suppliers for her new project. Natasha's voice came through the speakers. "You're the only one who makes me this happy… I love you. I love no one but you." She had never said that to me before. I turned the computer off. It all became clear to me now. In Natasha's eyes, our seven-year relationship was utterly worthless. I was nothing more than a pawn she utilized in her career pursuits, disposable at any given moment.

Cedric unexpectedly chased after me and helped rebandage the wound on my arm. "Nicole, your eyes are fine, right? Can you stop being so upset now?" he said gently. "As long as your eyes are still okay, it's not a big deal, right? The doctor said it wouldn't have much of an impact. I just can't bear to see you become blind. Celine had constantly told me how painful a blind person's world was, and I was really starting to lose patience with it."

He looked torn, the haze of confusion slightly lifting. But Celestia was not to be outdone. With a flick of her wrist, the sky darkened, revealing a memory of Richard, anguished and broken, from the time he'd handed me the divorce papers. The pain in his eyes was evident. I flinched, that day was one of our most painful moments. "Why show this?" I challenged. "Because memories aren't just about happiness," Celestia responded coolly. "They are made of pain, regret, and loss. To truly break the harp's spell, you must confront them all."