Novel & Cerita Countdown To Heartbreak

“That shouldn’t be your concern.” “Not when it involves them both.” She said, stubbornly. “Let me remind you that this woman has been single and in love with one man for the past ten years. Imagine the heartache, the emotional trauma she’s dragged herself through—day after damn day. Add heartbreak to the list, and you’ve got a walking tragedy in heels.” “Okay, I understand—”

It was mean and hurtful, and he bit my lip so hard it bled. I could taste the blood in my mouth and felt so hopeless I closed my eyes, letting the tears fall. In my head, I begged, 'System, how much longer? I can't take this anymore.' [Countdown: 20 days.] [Please hold on. It's always darkest before dawn.] Dawn? It felt like my world did not have dawns anymore.

Right now, I wasn’t in the right state of mind to listen to any logical reasoning. Eric took me to her room, but I could only watch her from the window. She laid there, motionless. And for the first time in years, I broke down, crying. Why? Why does everyone I love have to leave me? It’s always my fault one way or the other. Why did I have to be such a curse? But Rose, please. You have to be fine. You have to. Please, come back to me. I’ll change. I’ll apologize for everything I put you through. I’ll tell you anything you want to know, just, please. Come back.

She is just being lowkey because she thinks I'm just poor and I'm not up to her standards even though I'm physically qualified. Anyway, those thoughts cheered me up even more. I even hummed along with the song playing on the stereo. If I'm not mistaken it was Maybe This Time by David Murphy. Ah, Carmelita... Carmelita... Soon you will fall into my trap. You will be the first one who will taste the revenge of a man who's been broken and hurt by your kind. I was still humming the song. I was in my best mood. And unknowingly, I did not notice a pair of eyes that were secretly and carefully checking my every move.

I pressed my forehead to the cold concrete as I beat my fists against the ground, trying to cope with the emotions that were pulling me under. The shouting died down and the smoke got thicker as time seemed to pass in slow motion. Each second was pure agony. I always thought I had been through heartbreak when I broke up with Josh, but this, this was real heartbreak. Seconds, minutes, maybe even hours passed… but still they didn’t come out. I was alone in my agony. I closed my eyes and begged for death to come and take me too so I could be with them.

As he sees me trying to make another step and sweats are running in my forehead “I want to push harder Bryan” my hands were tired from the pressure I am putting in just to make another step forward but this time, I lose my grip and fell on my knee. There’s a quick soft hand that grabs me before I hit the ground face forward. “I got you” she’s fast as always “Slow down Harold, we don’t want to add trauma to your bone” he sounded so displeased so I listen and sit back. Kierra gestured to walk out of the picture “Thanks to you Kierra” and he winks at her while she just nod.

Celine said, “you better get it off your skull before your daydream send you to heartbroken Island,” Richard said, “two of us will meet at heartbroken Island, and from there, we become one and get married and our heartbroken will come together and healed forever,” Celine said, “you've come with your trouble again,” he said, “why did your car break down In my area?“ he asked, “because Almighty wants us back and continue with our relationship,” Celine said Noisily,

Chad leaves. And I feel like shit for breaking up with him. I mourn the summer we will not have together—my stomach aches and churns from the breakup. I will regret this breakup in the morning. I look at the clock; it turns from 1 to 4 am in five minutes. I can't sleep. I walk downstairs into the kitchen to see what alcoholic filth and flavors are available for my underage sorrows.

The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad. Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.

Tom asked without stopping his pace. "Andreas knows. And I need your support, Tom. You were the first person to help me before I even knew who I was," Andien said reasonably. "I can't believe you don't have a male friend to work with," Tom grumbled. "I don't know any other men. My first man was Kenan, but he broke my heart," Andien replied quietly. "Are you serious?" "I am serious." "Why do you want to break up with Kenan and get involved with me?" Tom asked, demanding Andien's honesty.