Broken Hearts Are For Novels & Stories

Because once when I'm alone this is me. The foolish, Stupid Broken Adassah. Who does nothing about her broken heart but to cry in pain again and again.

“How do you forget the person who taught you how to breathe? How do you un-love someone who is written into your very DNA? If you have the cure for this, Jack, tell me. Because loving him feels like dying in slow motion, and I don't think I have enough of me left to survive another day of it.” Jack looked down at our joined hands, a look of utter defeat on his face. “I have no idea,” he whispered, his own voice thick with emotion. “Sometimes, the people we love the most are the ones who are meant to break us, just so we can see what we're made of when we're in pieces.”

The pain in my voice echoed through the night, a haunting reminder of my shattered dreams and broken heart. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—our bond was irreparably broken, and no amount of wishing or hoping could change that. As I howled in pain, another howl joined mine, sounding as painful and heartbreaking as my own. Maybe someone else out there was feeling the same heartache as me—a connection in our shared suffering.

Winnie covered her face and asked in agony, "Do you hate me so much? You... you wouldn't even leave me a single word." Just then, the assistant came running in again. "Ms. Lowe, we have an issue! The police are here. They want to investigate you for stealing a donor heart and wasting resources. And... a passing car recorded Mr. Morgan's death... Now, the netizens are cursing us." Winnie was quiet, feeling only a slight sense of dizziness while her ears buzzed. Her heart ached intensely just as Klose’s once had. She clutched her chest tightly, and then she passed out after a moment of dizziness.

But as he steps back, his voice drops to a whisper. “I love you.” Then the mattress rises as he leaves, the soft click of the door the only sound in the quiet room. I sit there, gripping onto myself, forcing my breathing to slow. Only when I’m sure he’s gone do I finally let go. My entire body trembles as the dam inside me breaks. Heaving sobs rip through me, curling me into myself, choking me. I don’t know how long I stay like this—minutes, hours—until a gentle knock at the door pulls me from my anguish.

Playlist for this chapter; Sia - Big Girls Cry, Alessia Cara - Out Of Love, Backstreet Boys - Incomplete, - The worst thing about heartbreak is that, the ones who broke your heart, never leave your head. Rather, they plant themselves there and torture you, no matter how hard you try to get rid of them. Why? Because you built your whole world around them. - From the diary of Katherine Amelia Jones. - - Max must be kidding, he'll surely come back to me tomorrow and everything would go back to normal. Is what I used in assuring myself throughout my stay at the hospital, untill I was discharged a week later.

As if they'd never curled their sweat dampened bodies around each other, lost in their little bubble where the outside world couldn't pierce through. He did what had to be done, even though he hated himself. He'd earned a degree in the field of breaking hearts. He could blame his family for their breakup all he wants but it didn't change the fact he hurt her badly. After what he did to Gabrielle courtesy of his parent he never intended to see her. But there she was, standing two feet apart from him. He remembered the promises he made to her, he swore to protect her when the world wasn't in her Favour and he failed to do that. He didn't deserve to see her again, not now not ever.

🥀 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.

I let it pour, wetting my shirt as I cried everything out. I Katherine Thawne, has never been hurt this way before. It felt new...and it raw. Indeed, Heartbreak is the father of all prickled needles. TBC

"When two people really love each other, and then one of them, could be the boy or the girl. Love someone new, or leaves the first person he was with, for another girl. The first girl would be sad, and hurt. Or if someone dies in a family, and the members cry, and start feeling sad and hurt, you can say they are heartbroken." I explained in as quick as I could, in the weirdest way as possible. And her eyes dilated in amazement at this. "So if you take me back to where you found me, I am definitely going to cry because I would be sad. And then hurt that you left me. So I can call that an heartbreak, yeah?"