Break Her Bed Not Her Heart Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

Natasha rolled around on the bed, unable to sleep. It had been hours after she had left Diane in the living room, yet she hadn’t slept a wink. She hated nights like these – nights when she couldn’t sleep; nights she was plagued with thoughts of her ex-boyfriend whom she still very much loved; plagued with thoughts of her daughter who was just in the room across hers; plagued with thoughts of her irresponsibility.

She felt safe and at home in his arms—she hadn’t felt like that since she was five. She closed her eyes as her body remembered his every touch, for a moment blocking out all the discomfort. Then she realized Ash wasn’t in the room with her. She moved to the edge of her bed, and it suddenly rocked. She stopped, and then slowly looked under it. One of the back legs looked taped together. She giggled naughtily when she realized they’d broken her bed. She stood up, put on her robe and headed out. She walked down the short corridor past the bathroom and her sisters’ rooms calling out Ash’s name in a low tone so as not to wake Ann and Maria.

The realization only spelt one thing for her. Heartbreak.

She hoped for it. "Don’t worry, I can’t wait to marry you." He couldn’t wait any longer. "Do you know how you got blind?" He was curious. “No, I don’t remember; all I remembered was that I couldn’t see. At first, I tried to remember, but anytime I did so, I began to develop a sudden headache. So I stopped. My parents also yelled at me when I asked them what really happened. They will tell me to thank God I am alive and to stop asking stupid questions. I always have a nightmare. And in the nightmare, I am tied to a chair and a woman talking to me. But I couldn’t hear what she was saying. I eventually stopped thinking about it, but I still have nightmares every evening. If you say you will mar

And she was letting both of them destroy her in different ways. Footsteps sounded in the hallway. Slow. Careful. They stopped outside her door. Her heart slammed against her ribs. Then a whisper. “Goodnight, princess.” The steps faded. She closed her eyes. Tomorrow night, she would stand in that hallway again. Because something inside her was already broken. And she did not know how to stop.

I had to make sure she couldn’t be haunted anymore. Through me, her father wanted to break her heart. When I backed out, he resorted to breaking her spirit. Every night, I lay with her in my arms, trying to calm her tormented mind, chasing away the demons she was fighting off in her nightmares. My heart broke for her every single time. I wish I could be enough to make it all go away. I wish there was something more I could do to make her forget.

Her parents are already in heaven, so she is literally alone in her life. Heart was still sleeping on her small bed, until her alarm clock rang so loudly. It startled her and it even made her fall on the floor. Heart immediately got up and sat on the floor, slowly opening her eyes. “Aish, it hurts.” She grunted as she was scratching her back.

After she closed the door, her hand pulled at the blanket until all the petals fell to the floor, and the heart symbol shattered. "Why is something like this on the bed, huh? It's not appropriate because Oriaga has corrupted me inside and out from the start. There will never be a romantic night between us, and it's all fake." ***

She was supposed to have loved me, not break my heart six days before deployment. They say that a broken heart can heal just as a broken arm or leg. Well, am I not then the opposite of that? My legs are still broken, and so shall my heart remain. She gave me so much happiness; who knew that she could give me just as much pain. Even though my heart is bleeding out, I shall not show her a single tear.