Novel & Cerita Break Her Bed Not Her Heart

She could already feel her heart beating faster as she watched his sleeping face. She sighed as she remembered their last conversation. She broke his heart. She said she had a boyfriend and wanted someone else, so it was impossible for them to be together the way he wanted. She gets annoyed every time she remembers that. Hopefully, Bangs will wake up soon, so she can say how she truly feels and what really happened.

Not in this reality. "Please, don't hurt me anymore," she sobs, her voice breaking with each word. "I'm sorry. I promise it won't repeat itself again." Each word she speaks makes me feel like someone's ripping my heart out with their bare hands. Someone broke her. Someone took my strong, independent, beautiful Athena and broke her so thoroughly that even in her dreams, she's still begging for mercy. "Ath," I call softly, sitting on the edge of her bed and reaching for her carefully. She doesn't wake up, just keeps pleading with her nightmare tormentor.

They thought we were in love with each other, but when you grew up as we did, then you’d know, family is important. ‘You have to understand that I can’t just hand you my heart either because people trampled on it already. I don’t even know if I can piece it back together. You know, like Humpty Dumpty, some parts are now so tiny they're like chalk. What do you do with that? I’m broken, and you probably won’t want me, anyway.’ ‘I have to go. Let me wash these, so you can leave,’ she scrambled to leave again, scared of his answer.

“If only I could tell you why I said what I said… Why I did what I did…” Her eyes followed a yellow leaf that was carried around by a strong wind. Dea saw herself in that leaf. Pushed aside by her parents, deserted in her hour of need, hurt by every single person she’d loved… “In cases like this, people usually say ‘follow your heart’. But if your heart is broken in a million pieces… which piece do you follow?” A knock on the door stopped her train of thoughts… She’s going to stand still, maybe whoever it was will go away… A second one, a bit stronger, and more persistent than the first one.

Solene shut the door behind her and kicked off her shoes, sighing as she sank onto the bed. Thankfully, work had been peaceful without unwanted exes making unexpected visits and trying to change her child’s surname. ‘I mean, how dare he?’ she thought, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. Where the hell was he when she was broken and trying to stitch herself back up? She remembered that night—after crashing Lewis’s show. The way she had cried until her chest hurt. The way she walked into that hotel alone and let the tears fall like she’d been holding them in for years.

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

"I won't be around to look after you anymore. Take care of yourself. Your back acts up when it rains, so remember to apply a hot compress when it happens. You always suffer from migraines too. Don't forget to keep your medication by your bedside…" I replied with a message I had prepared long ago. There was no reply from her for a long while. Perhaps she was reminiscing about the kindness I had once shown her. I didn't think much of it. After getting home and taking a shower, I went straight to bed. When I checked my phone the next morning, I realized that Vivian had sent me a text in the middle of the night. "I was the one who failed you. If I were given a second chance, I'd marry you. But I

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

Back when she could run for miles, when the gym was her sanctuary and not a distant memory. That woman no longer existed. Everything was broken now: her strength, her spirit, and worst of all, her heart. Shattered over and over again. She couldn’t even jog without gasping for air. The only thing she was good at now was sitting behind a desk and working herself numb. And that was all she had left. “How pathetic,” she whispered under her breath. Then the tears came, slow at first, then pouring, as if some hidden dam inside her had finally burst.

Over the last eight years, I've watched her come home with different men. Once, Anya stared at me with unusually solemn eyes despite being completely sloshed. "Shane, we belong to two different worlds. Don't fall for me," she slurred. I always thought Anya was a woman who had no idea what love was supposed to be like. Then, I found out a year ago that she had a first love who passed away from an illness. The young man Anya brought home last night actually resembled her dead love. Hence, I was not surprised to see him at breakfast with her.