Novel & Cerita Countdown To Heartbreak

And as the sun began to set outside the clinic window, I finally understood what heartbreak truly felt like: It wasn’t loud. It was quiet. It was the sound of being erased.

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.

"I know there's been a lot of misunderstanding between us. A lot of things left unsaid. But I hope you'll give me a chance to explain everything." Maya looked at him. For a moment, she said nothing. Then she gave the faintest nod. "Alright, I'll give you that chance." "Maya, after you left four years ago... I missed you. Terribly. That time, my company was going through a major crisis, on the verge of bankruptcy. It was a complete mess. Diana and Mary offered to help. At first, I refused. But then…" He trailed off, his eyes darkening with regret.

He was at work and I was trying to catch up on my studies. It sucked! My heart was aching, and although I’d never experienced heartache before, I knew that this was it! This was the sickness that was called heartbreak, and the only cure was time. Excruciating long seconds that eventually turned to minutes and hours... Grace was nowhere to be found – and surprise, surprise: neither was Prez! – and seeing that most of the men were at the club tonight, Ashly and the others were busy making themselves come on a biker’s cock.

23. ​The countdown was not a voice. It was a rhythmic vibration in the white ceramic walls, a digital heartbeat that was rapidly accelerating toward a stroke. Kael turned away from the glass. He couldn't look at her. If he looked at her, the "Friction" would break, and he would claw at the door until the explosion turned them both into stardust.

Carter said, his tone low and remarkably steady. "And if you never want to talk about it... that's completely okay, too. Healing doesn't have a strict deadline. Nobody gets to decide how long heartbreak should last except the person who's actually living through it." A hot prickle of tears stung the backs of my eyes. In a world where my mother constantly expected me to be fine, and where Killian had abandoned me without a second thought, Carter was the only person letting me grieve at my own pace without demanding explanations or making me feel guilty.

Sitting up, my pulse quickens. Calum wrote me back. My baby replied. I can’t see the content of the email from the notification bar, but the subject is the same as what I’ve been using: Letters to my love. My fingers tremble as I tap on the email. God, please. Just this one thing. But God has forsaken me. What is heartbreak? Heartbreak is nineteen words from the boyfriend you haven’t heard from in over a month. As I reread the content of Calum’s email, I know I’ll never be the same again.

“You know what? It doesn’t matter. I’m done. I give up.” He moved then, closing the small distance between us. “Elliot.” My name on his lips was different tonight. "Look at me.” Reluctantly, I lifted my gaze to his. The moonlight from the window cast shadows across his face, but his eyes were clear, intent. “You think this is it?” he asked, his voice low and steady. “You think one heartbreak is the end of the world? You have your whole life ahead of you. There are going to be so many people, Elliot. Chances you can’t even imagine yet.”

pleasseeeee! She shoved her phone toward me. I scowled. Was I not loud enough? Or was selective hearing her problem? "Ahem....!" I cleared my throat before speaking slowly. "Until you're ready for heartbreak, don't approach him," I repeated, smiling sweetly. She pouted like a kid who could denied of candy "I am ready for heartbreak, she said dramatically. "My ex broke up with me a week ago. I was disappointed in him for being so cold and then disappointed in myself for not even being able to cry."

He's been fooling me all this while? "She'll be ready in about six weeks, so you should prepare yourself for the heartbreak. I know you've fallen for him, Sweetheart." You don't know shit. I'm beyond saved, Drey. I'm a lost cause. The only way to cope this heart break is by tricking my heart, convincing myself that I don't want him that bad. Afterall, I’m aware since the beginning that we're temporary. "Stop crying, he doesn't care about you."