Corazones Rotos De Tristeza Novels & Stories

And somewhere out in the world, a stranger knew a name Seraphina had buried three years ago, and was using it to remind her that burial was not the same as dead. She slid down the door and sat on the marble floor of her own foyer with her knees pulled up to her chest, and for the second time in less than a week, she felt the old Aria pressing at the inside of her skin, wanting out. The girl who cried. The girl who trusted. The girl who had walked into a rainstorm in a ruined dress and let it nearly kill her. Seraphina pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes until she saw white spots.

To think that after being reduced to a pile of rotting meat, I would still foolishly hope to be remembered by him. How pathetic. I followed my remains back to the patrol unit, where Aiden handed me over for forensic examination. For some reason, ever since seeing Aiden, my soul had been cursed—bound to hover around him, unable to leave. I watched, helpless, as he and the forensic team poked and prodded through my unrecognizable remains. Some obsession darker than death nailed my soul to his every moment. I couldn't escape nor break free. Even looking away had become a luxury.

Every time, they chipped away at me, splintering my heart. And every time, I lashed out without thinking. "That was your child! How could you say such a thing?" Lucas would always meet my anger with that same cold stare, never responding, as if he enjoyed watching me unravel. But now? I felt nothing. I had gone completely numb. Maybe it was the blood loss, or maybe it was exhaustion, but the cold wind seeping in from the window made me shiver violently. I cleared my throat and forced my voice to remain distant.

I croaked. "Yes," He nodded. "I am sorry, I tried Sofia. I tried hard but I couldn't," "You said you would never leave me," I whispered not bothering to control the tears that were flowing."You promised...you wouldn't," "I tried," He replied, his face still expressionless. "I tried Sofia, but the past few days. Seeing you lying almost dead with blood around you. Those seventy-two hours that I spent sitting beside you...they reminded me of my past. Of the pain...it was like reliving the pain. I can't risk going through that again...I am sorry but I can't,"

When heartbreaks and tears are all forgotten instead. Would you be my girl, girl girl girl girl girl... My girl, girl? Dried roses, betwixt our soul pages. Music and lyrics, Twists and dances. When it's dark and moonless. Would I still be this hopeless? Would you be my girl, girl girl girl girl girl... My girl, girl?

Cora said and rolled her eyes upward "Then what is it? Why are you so afraid of him because this isn't the Corazon I know? You're seriously thinking of abandoning everything you've planned and worked for!? Really!?..." Lisa asked looking deeply into Cora's eyes like they were having a staring match of who would blink first. It was Cora who lowered her gaze first, at looked out of the window. A thought suddenly occurred to Lisa and she narrowed her eyes towards Cora's back. "It's been seven years Corazone, tell me are you still pining after him!?" Lisa asked stiffly.

"The Gray Rot... he said I can heal it." "Sofia, that's impossible. The Rot is a cellular collapse caused by vampire-tech exposure. There is no cure," Zilo said, even as he rushed toward her with a scanner. He ran the device over her hand and gasped. "The molecular structure... it’s rearranging. You’re carrying a localized restorative field. If this is true, we can save the children in the sub-wards. We can save the veterans."

Mother Raven said nothing. “He had his heart broken by yet another favorite, you see. A silly, round man damaged by very deep wounds that still bleed and ache. A sinning soul in a clumsy, desperate rush to find a God that simply will never accept him as he is.” Even in the dark behind her eyes, she could feel the cruel smile spread on Mother Mary Joseph’s thin lips. “A silly, round man, that Corrompero. A broken soul destined to love yet never be loved. To chase yet never catch. To always walk alone. To dream and yet still greet every sunrise in solitude with an empty heart.

"Noooo!” Rosetta screams as louder as she can. The voice was high in a shrill voice, reverberating to the ceiling of the living room. She falls, unable to see two humans again embracing full love in front of her. Like the lost mind, Rosetta yanked her long red hair with great frustration. The sound of her screams over the wind. Rosetta’s crying so hard. “Lucas…,“ whispered Rosetta. The carpeted floor for some unknown reason feels cold. Her tears fell, and Rosetta felt the pain in her chest. Maybe her heart has torn out from there.

Grayson suggested and Zora smiled making it difficult for Elorm to object. "Demo, demo, demo," they all started chanting in unison. "Alright," Elorm said calming them down. Mark quickly grabbed his guitar and Fred got behind the keyboard, Grayson was ready to harmonise whatever song Elorm would sing. Elorm cleared his throat and began to sing with passion the song Amor de siempre by Coco. Zora didn't understand a word because he sang in Spanish but she enjoyed the song from beginning to end. His friend knew he was expressing his love to Zora, except Zora didn't understand.