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However, I had learned a painful lesson that people's hearts were a fickle lot, and it was rare to find anyone truly sincere about their feelings. "Give me some time, Brian," I said quietly. Brian nodded gently. "Alright. I'll wait." After getting home, I saw the long email that Queenie sent to me. Every word she wrote was full of remorse, saying that she regretted losing me as a close friend, and there was nothing else she could say to me aside from apologizing again and again. I stared at the email for a long time. Misty sighed and said, "A mistake is a mistake, and there's no use regretting it because nothing can be undone."

Maybe I deserve to be hurt because I hurt the most amazing man I have ever met. I just hurt Matt. I just hurt the man who is too precious. He doesn’t deserve to be hurt but… I still hurt him. I still hurt the one who fixed my heart when it was too broken to even put the tiny pieces back. I still cheated on him… I just broke our promise. I just wasted the years we have been together. I just wasted him. I don’t love him as a man anymore but he has a special place in my heart. He will always be my best man. The best among the rest.

I thought heartbreak would be the worst pain I’d ever experience. To be fair the last six months were pretty intense watching Cillian battle through hell to win Matilda back, his blue eyes looking directly at me with a love that was for someone else. That pain was deep, burning. Lasting well into the night, haunting my dreams with a searing misery that left me breathless sometimes. Then I met Briss and found another level. His pain was mixed with a sweeter, softer burn. My ribcage ached and yearned to feel him again. I couldn’t get comfortable no matter where I sat or slept. Nothing feels as good as being in his arms.

Deeper than I had words for. I squeezed my eyes shut, my forehead pressing against the cool window, trying to block everything out—the memories, the hurt, even the sound of Ava and Sheila whispering worriedly in the front seat. None of it mattered. Nothing mattered right now except surviving this ache long enough to breathe again. And in that darkness, in that shattering silence, I realized something. Sometimes, the person you love the most is the one who teaches you how deep a heart can break. And mine was still breaking.

I watched as Queenie stared blankly at her bleeding hand. She didn't call a nurse for help. Instead, she kept crying. "Niels, I miss you. I really miss you. I was wrong, so terribly wrong. I lost you for someone like this." I couldn't accept Queenie's apology. Despite everything, and even though I no longer loved her, I didn't want to see her being hit. But now, I was nothing more than a pitiful ghost whom no one could see or hear. I couldn't help her in any way.

Biting my lower lip, I felt a wave of bitterness surge in my heart. Trevor… Where was he right now? Was he gently taking care of Rachel, perhaps even talking to the baby in her belly, introducing himself? At that thought, I forced back the tears threatening to spill over. "No, he… he treats me well. But I’ll never hold the same place in his heart as Rachel does." "Girls need to treat themselves better," Roman said with a gentle tone that carried the warmth of an elder’s care yet stayed perfectly appropriate. "Don’t keep sacrificing yourself."

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.

And I can say that he is telling me the truth. "In that case, what's the unique-unqiue love you said there earlier?" I raised my eyebrows at him. "You know, I'm a book worm. I love to read books, especially when it comes to love. I just read that in a book about a broken heart, and then it says there that when you don't cry or you don't you've been hurt your whole life because of someone it means you didn't really love him or he was never a part of your life. love. Because it's really part of love to hurt us and cry. Unless you're really numb or you don't feel anything, right? " the weight I felt in my chest eased a bit as he told me about what he had read in the book.

she screamed out fire and brimstone from her lungs, as if she had been heartbroken by her boyfriend. “ Aria, I didn’t mean to. It was a mistake..” my eyes dilated, as I saw the pains in her eyes, it was more than being heartbroken. Aria is so addicted to her books, that when you break her books you break her… you break lose memories that was meant to be hidden.

"Darling, she's finally gone." "Now, where were we? About the baby's name..." I walked quickly out of the apartment building. A storm had broken while I was inside. The cold rain hit my face, a chill seeping into my bones. Five years of marriage, so easily erased. I didn't want the file anymore. And I didn't want Rocco, either.