Novel & Cerita Can You Mend My Broken Heart

Her breath caught. “But breaking doesn’t always mean ending,” I continued, my voice gentler now, steadier as I managed to sniff in my snort. “Sometimes it just means we come back… differently.” She stared at me like she was trying to hold onto every word, like they might slip away if she didn’t. “There’s a saying,” I added, reaching up to wipe a tear from her cheek, my thumb lingering there for just a second, “pieces broken beyond repair that come back together can’t be broken again.”

love isn’t supposed to leave you bleeding. He said he’d fix me. Mend my broken heart. That he’d prove I was worth something. Is this what mending looks like? Because if it is, then maybe I was never meant to be whole in the first place. A heart can only break so many times before it forgets how to feel. Before it forgets what real love even looks like. That night, I realized something: I didn’t know how to trust anymore. Not him. Not anyone. Not even myself.

Would always. The realization followed me to bed, so I buried my face into my pillow and I cried. Cried as I hadn’t done for eight years. Cried as though my heart had been broken all over again, because it had. Because the band-aids I’d used to tape it all back together were coming unglued. You couldn’t mend a broken heart with band-aids. A doctor should know better. So, I cried. I cried and cried and cried, because my broken heart had come apart at its band-aided seams. And when the tears ran out, I lay, hollow and empty, in bed to watch the sun rise through the pale curtains.

The place was near the woods so it was almost an isolated place. “Give me a chance to mend your broken heart.You know why hearts broke so that someone can mend it. If I'm not a bad person then give me a chance to mend your heart. I like you, and trust me I won't break your heart. If I ever do then you can kill me with your bare hands.”

When things got broken, we fix it, when a torn paper we buy a new one, when it already cannot be used, we replace it, we can all do something for everything, all our mess can always do something about it, but in reality, in people's lives, not all broken can be repaired over a night, especially if it is a broken soul...a damage heart and mind.

“You're thinking about what is happening in their bedroom…their hearts…their feelings. All those things are… easily changed and even fixableBut you see reputation? Career? That's a structure and I can tell you for FREE that all structures have a breaking point. You need to focus on what we plan to do. I already promised to help you and give you things Maddison would never be able to give you. I had already scr*wed you Tyler and will still do that again!” She bent forward without waiting for his reply, her hand on his shoulder, her two laps well placed on his, her touch was not comforting and it felt as though she was claiming him. “You can’t break her heart if he keeps mending it for her. So

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."

Before I could consider the matter further, Nelly yanked the necklace off my neck and tried to grab my bracelet. “Don’t touch the bracelet!” I shouted in panic. “I can let you have everything else, but this bracelet is off-limits.” Nelly instructed her two friends to hold my hands down while she pried the bracelet from my wrist. “Give it back! Return my bracelet!” I pleaded desperately. “Look Nelly, if you return the bracelet, I won’t pursue any damages for the car you smashed or the other antiques you broke. “Please, just give me my bracelet back.”

"Does Adrian know you're here?" Instead of answering directly, Sophia gazed deeply into my eyes, speaking earnestly. "Lucas, I made a terrible mistake. Please forgive me. "That day was an impulsive accident. It clouded my judgment. But you're the only one I've ever truly loved. I just want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"I did make a lot of mistakes in the past, but I’ve been reflecting on myself these past two years. I liked you back then, but I was too young and always distracted by other temptations. But now, after all these years, I realize I can’t live without you! You’re the one I love the most!" Ethan suddenly choked up, his voice softening as he pleaded, "Cynthia, I’m sorry. I owe you an apology. But I really didn’t mean it. I can’t imagine living without you from now on!" I silently watched Ethan, who was covering his face and crying. After a long pause, I finally spoke, "But without you, I’m so much happier. After leaving you, I realized that love doesn’t have to be all about accommodating each ot