Novel & Cerita Black Broken Heart

🥀 CLARA'S POV 🥀 My heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces, each one piercing my soul like a shard of glass. The pain was overwhelming, a crushing weight that threatened to consume me. I felt empty, and hollow, like a part of me had been ripped away. Every breath I took felt like a struggle, every beat of my heart a reminder that the person I love would never love me back. My heart was broken, extremely broken, and I didn't know how to put it back together again. All I could do was hold on to the fragments, and hope that someday, somehow, I would find a way to heal.

Oftentimes it broke on its own, other times it had been shattered: through carelessness or cruelty, and thrown against the wall, it had left stains, almost like the gray one above her bed. But on this winter morning Helen's heart didn't just break: it disintegrated to its elements, and that’s the worst heartbreak of all. Deep inside the chest, atomising hearts leave a void, as hostile to life as the desert. The painful thing isn't even the moment they’re destroyed. It is not the sudden sting as they fall apart, but the creeping, everlasting agony thereafter. Atomising hearts dissolve into a zillion parts, so tiny that they are invisible. So intangible that they can never be rejoined, and th

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

"Then you are happy, and we call it in love. Got it?" Chasm nodded again. "Okay, but then you find out they didn't like you at all. They didn't love you. They lied to you, and it hurts so much you think that your heart is breaking inside your body. But it's not broken. The organ beats and all that, but with every breath you take, it hurts. Sometimes you wish you could just curl up and die." "You call this mental pain a broken heart?" "Yeah," Sloan smirked. "And the best cure is a bottle of whisky."

I got up to leave but she held my hand and asked me if we could listen to some music together. I agreed, so I went for my phone and came back to meet her in the same position I had left her. God, she looked too lifeless but I didn't know how to make her live again with smiles all over her face and heart. I clicked on the music looking at her face and unconsciously clicked on JESS GYLNNE’S SONG BROKEN. I wanted to stop the song but she held my hand as she sang along, “So broken, so broken Sometimes I fall down low

he mumbled under his breath. He got way too much time to be this hurt, and it's getting worse. What could I do with his broken heart? Everything was dark. Could I help him hold on for another night? "Destructions aren't the best cure to our broken hearts. It's the progress, Caius. Overtime, it'll heal. You have me, Caius. I'll be with you throughout the process."

After all i had already became the atrocious girl in the family so what was the point of still being a virtuous girl. "The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever" by Carrol Bryant- resembled the situation of my splintered heart. My heart was shattered like a thousand pieces of broken mirror. And this was also the day from when I started thinking I was a cursed child with a cursed and tenebrous fate; this was the day my Ill fate started and I was doomed for life.

"Let's get crazy drunk tonight." They said the best remedy to ease a broken heart is through intoxication. Though this heart of mine had been torn, ripped, prodded and shredded to deformed fragments before, today, it was non-existent. Eff my life.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

How pathetic. It was nicer when things were just bad… not now that they are worse. Now the worst thing is that if I’m wrong, people get hurt. And even if I’m right, people will still get hurt. I try to cosy up and sleep. ~~~ At 5:12 AM my alarm clock buzzes. I quickly kill it before it can wake the neighbors or better still my mom. I dress in all black. It includes my hoodie, my jeans and my sneakers. I check the burner phone twice, to make sure the files are encrypted and I still check again before leaving. Right now… Paranoia isn’t a feeling anymore, It’s sadly now a habit.