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CALLA The worst part about heartbreak isn’t crying. It’s showing up the next morning and pretending nothing happened. The hallway is loud with lockers slamming and laughter echoing through the building. Senior year banners and hockey tryouts posters are taped above the lockers and on walls. Of course the Falcons, Blackridge High’s hockey team is the face of the school. Everyone looks excited for the new year, especially seniors for their last year. I feel hollow. My phone is still in my hand. I shouldn’t have checked I*******m again before walking in. I shouldn’t have looked at the picture twice. Three times. I shouldn’t have zoomed in on the timestamp just to confirm what I already knew.

"I just hope it hits hard enough to shatter you into pieces," Instead of anger, her face broke into a sweet, almost innocent smile, the contrast jarring. Then, her eyes locked onto Archie's, her voice taking on a softer, almost wistful tone. "Take care, ex. All the best. You'll know the truth one day, and maybe by then, it'll be too late; your heart will already be in pieces."

Jordan said, causing everyone to laugh, as Brooklyn went ahead to switch off the lights. Just then, the movie began, and Micheal wrapped his arm on my shoulder as my back rested on his body. Ha. I hope this moment is going to last forever and ever. I never want this peace to end. … Author Tina Nwuba: “And this is it, readers. We have come to the end of, “Don't Break My Heart”. Don't forget to check out my other books. And thanks for all your support”.

After Matthew hung up on me, I called him again. Seventeen times, he refused to answer. Left with no other choice, I sent him a message about the divorce. It did not take long before he called back. Before I could get a word in, he launched into a furious tirade. "Do you even have a heart, Cat? Megs fell into the river! She’s still so young, she was scared, and now you’re talking about divorce and lying about being pregnant?

Rachel would always choose someone else over me. Feeling tired, Rachel slowly stood up. Out of the corner of her eye, something shiny caught her attention in the trash bin. She walked over and saw the broken ring inside. It had broken that day, right when she left with Ethan and didn't look back. She crouched down and carefully picked out the broken pieces, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. At some point, Gwen had returned and was leaning against the doorway, watching Rachel's reaction with apparent disdain. "Now you regret it? He's long gone," Gwen coldly remarked.

I fell asleep to the weight of a decade’s worth of memories, only to be jolted awake by my best friend Ava Trevor’s video call. "Cynthia! Why aren’t you at prom? This is a once-in-a-lifetime thing! Wait, oh my God, Ethan just walked in with Sylvia as his date! They’re kissing in front of everyone, and people are cheering them on! Do they not know Ethan’s supposed to be with you?"

So hard that you could see my fingers on his face. "You deserve this." I spat at him. Marcus closed his eyes, "I'm so sorry." "No you are not." My eyes fleet towards my watch and I notice the time to be 4:30 PM. "I-I don't know how to make it upto you. How can I?" Marcus whispered frustrated. I looked at him shaking my head, "You can't. Because Marcus we are done. I am breaking up with you. And I hope I never see your face again..." I rose up dusting my pants, "I have a guy to hold onto right now."

He's leaving me! I couldn't take it any longer, I crumbled to my knees, tears pouring from my eyes like rain. This had to be what heartbreak felt like. I couldn't fucking breath. I only clutched my chest, my body racking with sobs as my mind replayed the conversation that just happened a few moments ago. I was in so much pain for something I already knew was inevitable. I just didn't expect it to be so soon. The first time Dante left like this, I didn't hewer from him for years until he showed up at our doorstep months ago. Now he's going again!? When will I ever see him again?

Yes? Julia: Yes, the hopeless feeling. In a room scattered with documents stood a girl with her head down. Despair filled her eyes, two, three, four... Six pills swallowed. Sent with an alcohol drop. She ...falls into a deep sleep Somewhere in her mind: The Fall-out. After a heated argument, words said that can't be taken back. Hearts left on the lifeline. Unfortunately, there is no medicine to heal a broken heart says the doctor. One tear escapes wiped off quickly.

I see his chest and the strong curve of his muscular thighs, the towel barely covering his cock. I freeze. A sob escapes me—somewhere between a gasp and a cry. My chest tightens, and I struggle to breathe. “Katarina,” he mumbles, shocked to see me. My eyes move to Magdalena and the mischievous pleasure in her eyes. Then I look back at Zane. I put my hand on my chest, rubbing my heart. Is this what heartbreak feels like? “Trust me, Katarina. It’s not what you think.”