Novel & Cerita Bitter Heart

The sharp and attractive square jawline moved slightly, he answered the other's question: "Old Fashioned" The bartender responded with a nod and then started his bartender, leaving him to wait by slamming the phone furiously. The wine glass was pushed in front of him, taking a sip. Bitter taste of Angostura Bitter is light of orange peel, a little sweetness of cane sugar is full of sweetness of Bourbon Whiskey. Those were the things he tasted, like the memories with the lover that became old a few minutes ago came back. The sweet taste like when she said she loved him with sweet words, the bitter taste when she said she loved him, but the feelings were slowly being shared with others. It all

The pain in my heart grows and grows until it’s finally replaced with bitterness and hatred. A burning hatred for Mason Lachlan.

"Love? Who said that I don't love you, Mervin? Can't you see that I am dying to have you? Just tell me. Why not me? Why her and not me?" "That's the question you should be asking." He paused. Then he added " Miranda, you are obsessed with me, Which ain't cool. We are incompatible in many ways. My heart cannot beat for someone like you. You are just the devil's sister in disguise of a human being" After raining all the disheartening words to Miranda. Mervin did not spare another glance at Miranda before locating the door. "No. This cannot be happening. I will never give up on you! You are mine, Mervin, I love you!!"

At the same time, he vomited a mouthful of blood as his heart received a huge impact. “D*mn! What the hell is this heart? “I refuse to be taken in by this fallacy! “Three thousand worlds, grant me strength! “Great Enfeeble! “Great Curse! “Great Plague! “Great Bewitchment! “Great Fate! “...”

And from what I had experienced in life, the heart was as deceitful as a serpent. Groaning my frustration, I chugged down the burning liquid in the tumbler with a wince. This shit was driving me insane.

Beware! All Hearts !!

And it began— That feeling of my heartbeats icing over leaving , something hot and bitter in my soul. Frustration had infiltrated my heart, leaving every of it dark feeling embedded within my chest as I walked away from the window. The fact he was still in my thoughts angered me, He was all over me, and there was a need that I needed to save me from myself before I let myself drown with my inevitable love for him. Might as well make it right — Bitterness cut through my chest, as I came to just one conclusion in my heart. If things turned out just as I thought it would, I am divorcing him.

The bitter taste of his father's betrayal lingered in his mouth, staining his perception of love and leaving him adrift in a sea of disillusionment. A single tear escaped Tiger's eye, tracing a solitary path down his cheek. He wiped it away with a mix of frustration and resignation, vowing to shield his own heart from the pain he had witnessed. Yet, deep down, a part of him longed for something more, for a love that defied the limitations of his experiences.

The hand with the mole touched my face. Her tone turned gentle. "Honey, can you please stop being mad at me? We've been fighting for so long. I really hate this feeling." I wanted to push her away, but my whole body felt weak. The alcohol had not worn off yet and I was still numb. Her bright red lips began to breathe softly. She leaned closer and closer, inviting and irresistible. If this were the old me, I would have already surrendered and fallen at her feet, but now, I just felt disgusted. I wanted to throw up.