Broken Hearts Are For Novels & Stories

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.

Her hand still holding mine. And softly whispered toward the Silence: “You were only trying to protect everyone from heartbreak.” The Silence trembled weakly. The network quieted. And finally The cold voice spoke not like a system. But like something wounded. “We were tired of watching love die.” My chest ached painfully. Because maybe that was the saddest thing in the universe. Not evil. Exhaustion. The kind of heartbreak that convinces people never feeling again is safer. Lila’s tears fell quietly.

Clara’s POV I used to think heartbreak was dramatic. Something exaggerated for movies and stories. Long stares through rainy windows, hands clutching chests, tears falling at the perfect moment. I used to watch characters pine after people who never looked their way and think, Why don’t they just move on? Now I knew better. Watching the person you loved love someone else wasn’t dramatic at all. It was painful. More than I could explain. It settled deep in your bones and stayed there, making every breath feel like work.

"I was wrong, Gail. I see my heart clearly now. Please, give me one more chance." My voice rose, sharp and unyielding. "In our last life, when you locked me in that suffocating dark room, did you consider giving me a chance? You scarred my face with a branch, leaving me to endure the mockery of my peers. You destroyed my beloved doll, sealing it in plaster. I excused it all, believing your illness justified your cruelty. How many chances did I grant you?" I paused and added, "Your so-called emotional detachment? When it came to wounding someone who loved you, your heart was as cold and precise as a blade. I should have seen through your deception from the start."

"I, Bridget William, reject you as my mate because you're always worthless to my heart" The room spun, and I felt my heart ripping apart. The finality of Bridget's words echoed in my ears, like a mournful dirge. And then she turned and left the stage, walking away from me, leaving me exposed and broken in front of everyone. Humiliation and devastation mingled, forming a storm that raged within me. I clutched my chest as if to hold the shattered pieces of my heart together, feeling a raw emptiness that seemed impossible to bear.

I stand up and walk slowly to him, I hold his hand again, resting my forehead on his back feeling his breathing, “pain doesn't define us Justin, it makes us stronger” He turns to me, his eyes dim, glossy with tears, “who broke us?” he says softly, touching my face softly. His touch was raw, deep, painful, he didn't move, he just stared at me with a sad face…I could feel it. “I have been broken a long time ago, I always say my heart doesn't even beat anymore that's how damaged I am” I chuckle wryly, “there's no point in having a heart right? Cara thinks I'm heartless, my mother thinks I lack compassion and you…you think I'm just…stock up”

He then furiously beat Flora until she miscarried. After being taken to the hospital, Flora died not long after. Thereafter, Adrian lost both his pup and his mate and suffered a tremendous psychological and emotional blow. He was soon imprisoned in the pack's jail for intentional homicide. Meanwhile, life for Blaise and me became increasingly fulfilling. I gradually healed from my past wounds, and together with Blaise, we nurtured many pups. In fact, we became the happy couple that everyone admired.

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."

The tightness in my chest was indescribable. Of all times, why did someone like him show up when my heart had been shattered? I couldn't give him any promises. The last nine years had worn down my ability to love someone. Would I step into another relationship just to be let down again? Promises were only meaningful when there was love. I couldn't give empty promises like Tyler. Fortunately, nothing had happened between Matthias and I yet. All we shared was that kiss on the night that I was drunk.

Now they were ash. When I finally calmed down enough to look at Colton — really look at him — I saw something I wasn’t ready for. Pain. Longing. A desperate ache that made my chest tighten. He wanted to be the one comforting me. He wanted to be the one I ran to. He wanted to be the one I trusted. But I’m not ready for that. I’m not ready for him. I’m too broken for a mate bond. Too damaged for something that pure.