Break Her Bed Not Her Heart Novels & Stories

"Let me help you." She takes my arm and leads me back inside. I sit on the bed. She hands me a glass. "Drink this," she says. I drink until the glass is empty. "Thank you," I say as I set the glass down. "You're welcome," she says. "Now, why don't you just lie down for a bit. Maybe it'll help" "Maybe," I say. I know it won't. I know what's wrong with me isn't the drowning. It's the broken heart. And no amount of sleep will fix that.

"You have ended everything by committing to that girl. Now I have nothing to do with you two. I am ending whatever we had between us... I don't have anything to do with you two except that I am hired by you to kill people... And if you tried to do anything other than that then I'll kill you, I don't care if Rancho kills me after that!" She was about to walk away but her eyes fell on the bed and her jaw clenched. She kicked it with all her power and it collapsed along with the mattress. She broke the bed and went to the washroom, closing the door so loudly that it almost broke. They also heard the shattering of mirror inside. Arthur and Oliver looked at each other shocked. "We managed to brea

She broke down once again feeling immense over her delicate legs. Her cries turned a little louder which indeed entered his ears and it wasn't like it didn't affect him, it did. But turning his heart ice cold he forced his eyelids to close and drift to sleep. But only if he had listened to his heart one last time. Maybe the future wouldn't have demanded so much from him. ____________________________________

The applause still echoed in her ears. She opened her journal. It was the same one she used to sketch circuits, draft scripts, and sometimes—only sometimes—spill words she couldn’t say aloud. Tonight, she wrote three sentences: > I did it. I didn’t break. He didn’t let go. She underlined the last one. Twice. Then she closed the book and turned off the light. But she didn’t sleep for a long time. Because no matter how tightly she closed her eyes, she could still feel the memory of his heartbeat under her palm.

Her messy hair was tied into a messy bun and her nose and eyes were red from crying, and she had big bags under her eyes. She never imagined that one day she would cry or drink herself to sleep because of a man. She never imagined that someday she would be handed her broken heart on a silver platter, and yet here she was, lying on this bed with an immense ache in her chest. With every second that passed, she felt like her heart broke into smaller pieces and the small pieces were growing into deep pain. Talk about love metabolism.

But the unease gnawed at her, refusing to let her rest. When the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, she quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him. She made her way to the kitchen, needing a moment to think, to process everything without the weight of the email crushing her. The cool tiles beneath her feet grounded her as she stood by the window, gazing out at the city still bathed in the early morning haze.

Not like this. But to look at her now, unconscious, fragile, hardly breathing, something in me broke. I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her against me. She was so light. Too light. I swallowed. Damn it, Adeline. I had closed her out to break her. But maybe… just maybe… I'm the one who's broken instead. I tightened my arms around Adeline's limp body, my heart racing in my chest. "Stop teasing me," I muttered, rocking her gently. "Just wake up."

Then the scene from the bar restroom last night flashed through her memory. Her face changed instantly—fully awake now. Her expression went pale as she sat bolt upright in bed. As she tried to recall what had happened after the restroom incident, her eyes swept over the room, and her movement froze. This… was her own hotel room. She blinked in shock. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming. But once she realized she was indeed in her room, and her body felt no particular discomfort, her panic slowly ebbed. She picked up her phone and was about to call Matthias when his call came in first.

he said flatly. "I don't want to see her," I whispered. He sighed impatiently, as if I was exhausting him. "Can you stop making a scene? She didn't do it intentionally. I already told you. She bought those vitamins for me. She wasn't trying to hurt you." I pushed through the stabbing pain in my chest and forced myself to respond. "How could it have been a mistake? The packaging isn't even close to mine." "Do you have to be so dramatic? You're fine now, aren't you?"

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."