Break My Heart Break My Heart Novels & Stories

I asked my heart as I placed my hand on the left side of my chest. {Batum, Batum, Batum} I could hear it beating repeatedly. The insane emotion made me shut my eyes. “Calm down. Calm down”. I took deep breaths and tried to make myself calm down, but it didn't work, causing me to open my eyes. “No, this won't do. I must meet him. I can't keep on waiting for him to come”. I said and stood up from the sofa, before making my way outside the house, where I saw him breaking his car's plate number.

This city's gonna break my heart (hey, yeah) She's always gonna break your heart Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh This city's gonna break my heart, hey She's always gonna break your heart....❤ ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

I will not break love with you Oh, I don't want to break love with you whether to leave the world behind you Oh, I don't want to break love with you Oh, I don't want to break love with you whether to leave the world behind you Oh, I don't want to break love with you Shabnam filled pearls And the scenes put mehndi Shabnam filled pearls in Maang Meri And the scenes put mehndi Without dancing the jaundice started filtering Fluttering without wind, fluttering today is to connect heart to heart Oh, I don't want to break love with you Oh, I don't want to break love with you I will keep looking at you like an eye be the picture of love I will keep looking at you like an eye be the picture of love s

You gave me a heart that was full of mistakes I gave you my heart and you made heartbreak You made my heart break You made my heart ache (I still see the shadows in my room) You made my heart break You made my heart ache (can't take back the love that I gave you) You made my heart break (were made outta plastic, fake) You made my heart ache (I still see the shadows in my room) You made my heart break again (I was tangled up in your drastic ways) (Who knew evil girls have the prettiest face?) I still see your shadows in my room

🥀 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.

"And by the end he confessed that he loved me and I didn't know how to react to it," I felt numb and a silent observer of my heartbreak. It was as if I could hear the sound of my heart shattering, not unlike the sharp crack of a wooden bat connected with a baseball. But no, it was messier than that. It was more like the relentless pounding of rain from a powerful thunderstorm on a tin roof, each dropping a hammer blow until the surface shattered into billions of tiny fragments. Fragments of my heart that I couldn’t piece back together by myself.

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“Protect her? You destroyed her. You left her when she needed you. And now? Now you sit here, drinking pity like it’s champagne.” Ethan moved back a little. “You think I don’t know that? Every night, every morning, I wake up with her name in my head and the memory of her face the night I broke her heart. I can’t breathe without feeling the weight of what I did.” His voice cracked despite his effort to hold it steady. “I let her go because I thought I was saving her from me, from the chaos I was drowning in. But all I did was burn her to the ground.”

He says, worry bleeding through his voice. “I met someone, I fell for him faster than someone can fall off the side of a cliff and I hit rock bottom when he left. I broke his trust. I haven’t heard a word from him, and I just need time to pick myself up off the floor. That is all I can tell you.” I tell him and he sits back, staring at me.

Three months later, he came back to me, tender and attentive as before. The moment I lowered my defenses, Taylor signed me into a psychiatric ward. “You took the love of my life away. You can rot in hell for all I care!” I spent the next three years in a cage. Between forced medication and electroshock therapies, I eventually escaped by jumping off the roof. I opened my eyes, and I was back. Taking a deep breath, I tapped into the comments. Hot comment #1: “Wake up, girl! You’re biting the hand that feeds you!”