Broken Hearts Are For Novels & Stories

"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.

I turned away and gently placed a bouquet in front of Noan's headstone. Everyone who once hurt us had already received their punishment. Even the reckless driver who caused it all had long paid the price he deserved. Noan was probably happy now. After that, George and I left. Bertrand couldn't help chasing after us. "Annie, I won't visit Noan again, I promise. But can I at least—" Before he could finish, George cut in sharply, "No. Bertrand, you already owe her three lives." Bertrand's face turned pale as he looked at me, more defeated than I had ever seen him.

After Heron hung up, I allowed myself one moment of genuine emotion—grief for the marriage I'd destroyed through my own need for control, for the daughter I'd never have the relationship with that I'd imagined, for the man I'd become. Then I buried it beneath the same cold pragmatism that had built my empire. Aloe Savage had won this war. The question was whether I could accept defeat with enough grace to salvage what remained of my life.

Weighted. Sure thing, there was no easy way to break somebody’s heart…

He asked as he hastily walked to her, crushing her into his arms,not letting her go, giving her the chance to cry all she wanted in his arms. In Susanna's sobbing was the sound of a heart breaking. Hearts don't snap like brittle caramel or burst like an overfilled balloon. A heart breaks in the heaving waves of a new disturbing reality that has arrived uninvited. It is the one in which their child no longer lives, or their partner is terminally sick. It is entering a life they can't bear and so they break. They aren't the same again, there's just a part of them that had to die so that the rest of them could carry on their duties to the other people they love.

I can hold my head high. Thank you for breaking me; isn't that a line from Sinead O'Connor? I never understood it before. It used to sound like permission, albeit retroactive, to hurt someone. I get it now. Only a lover can wound so deep, cut to the very core. That level of trauma has to be an inside job. You broke me and watched me bleed. You saw me fail to eat, fail to sleep, and you kept on the pressure with your lies and manipulations, increasing the level of cruelty as you went. After all that, what can there be left underneath but the untouchable part of me, my soul, the girl you can never hurt. I can't be more raw than that, more exposed, more pure. So thank you, because as Sinead sai

She clamped her hand over her mouth muffling the loud sobs as hot tears cascaded down her cheeks. 'Why does it hurt so much!' She wailed in pain but the hurt flashing through her didn't subside but only grew. A heartbreak is a whole-body reaction, affecting everything from the stress systems to the heart and brain function. We are born with the ability to form loving bonds and to sorrow when they fail. Nature's approach of training us to be loyal and in love is brutal by biological and evolutionary necessity. She knew that but she didn't know the extent of the pain. She knew he was a heartbreaker just by his looks but she didn't expect it to hurt this way. Her sobs turned into wails of loss

to wither away. Maybe that was the motivation India needed to kill him. It was valid enough. Being heartbroken. I couldn't say that I've never been heartbroken in my entire life but my heart wasn't shattered by a romantic lover. More along the lines of family members and close friends. It hurts. It used to hurt so bad.

"I'm sorry Charity, I won't be going to the victim's home today. Something came up. We'll go some other time" I think the phrase, shattering of heart is a bit too underrated and considered too literal, used in literary works and in certain kind of situations to prove how pleasant our grasp of good grammar is cause I can testify that my heart practically broke into a million pieces that all the glue in the world wouldn’t even dare put together if they tried as I read through Detective Roman's message that morning.

Roland barked. I burst into uncontrollable tears as my knees fell to the ground immediately. I wouldn't let him go like that. I loved him with all my heart and begging for his love in front of everyone is the least I can do to prove it. What would happen to me then? My life was already screwed from being born as an Omega, what would I do without him. "Psst.....Shameless woman" I heard someone say. I shot a dirty glance to the direction the sound came from and ignored it. Ladies were already gossiping and whispering in low tunes.