As Soon As My Heart Stops Breaking Novels & Stories

Date = 7 December Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house / UCSF Medical Center) POV – Melaena “Fuck.” The phone slips from my fingers and clatters onto the floor, the sound sharp and final. I don’t move. I can’t. My heart doesn’t just stop — it shatters, splitting wide open like it’s been waiting for this exact blow. My knees give out, and I sink to the floor, clutching my chest as if I can physically hold the pain in place, keep it from ripping me apart.

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

Like something in him had given up. Like I had become too heavy to carry. I remember the way my coffee went cold. The sound of my heart breaking wasn’t loud. It was silent. Just a small, soft crack somewhere deep inside. And now, the one person who saw me at my worst is gone. And all I have left is this ache. This space in my chest that used to be filled with hope. I thought he was forever. But maybe forever just means “until you’re too broken to love.” Just when I’m about to give in — when I start wondering if maybe it would be easier to let go and sink beneath the water forever — my phone starts ringing.

Natasha dashes out of the ice cream shop, a frantic look on her face. Her heart was beating so loud and so fast that she could feel the impact on her chest. She just lost two kids to God knows what and God knows who. What was she going to tell Mr. Grayson? ‘Oh, hi, I took your kids for ice cream but they got lost somehow. But don’t worry, I’m sure we will find them.’ He was going to fire her! She couldn’t afford to be fired. This was the only job she actually had a shot at and now, she was about to lose that too because of her fucking carelessness!

His arm is around her waist as if he pulled her close sometime during the night. My breath breaks in my throat. Everything inside me collapses. I cannot move. I cannot think. I can only stare as my heart shatters into pieces and they might cut through me from the inside.

Argh .... Andien punched the metal guardrail as she shouted angrily. "I hate you, Kenan. I hate you!" Andien screamed again while the sea water began to wet parts of her body as she chose to sit on the bridge that people said was called the bridge of love. It had only been 12 hours since Andien had received Kenan's sacred vows but Andien felt that she was already a widow. Andien tried to hold back her sobs as the tears continued to flow.

When the petals fell, my Heartbreak Level soared to almost 90. I moved out early the next morning. Freddie stood by the window, watching my slender figure fade into the distance. His heart twisted in agony. The last 10% of the Heartbreak Level naturally came from the words he had spoken the day before his wedding. The moment I closed my eyes, my Heartbreak Level finally hit 100%. The system said he should go and say goodbye. But knowing the memories would remain, Freddie chose not to. Instead, he said silently in his heart, "Goodbye, Rosalie."

For anger and for heartbreak. I cried, and I couldn't stop. And in the midst of jt all, the flashes still went on. Click. Click. Click.

When your heart is broken, there are no words to describe the feeling. You could describe the feeling of sadness afterwards, but not the actual heartbreak - because when your heart is broken, shattered even, by someone who was made for you, no words come to mind, no words can get passed your tongue. All you feel is an intense numbness taking over your body, no feelings could be felt, no sound could be heard, no scents could be smelled, no nothing. Just the knowledge that your heart is being broken and it may never heal.

she didn't like her sulking all by herself. Ashley smiles, "Ed Sheeran said in his song that a heart that is broken is a heart that's loved, " she said, "why does it always end like this? Why does love have to be so painful and cruel hurting you when you've got no bad intentions, giving you hope and life only to take it back when you least expect it? Why does life even exist if it does no good? She asked in between her sobbing, she could feel it, her heart is shattered into tiny pieces and she can't do everything.