Deep Words For Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

I had already lost my heart, it just a still piece of beating organ placed in my chest, it is broken, not completely free of emotion of affection and love but is trying hard to forget it's past and tormenting reality; the present. "I don't love you. I could not marry you. Why are you not understanding this Allen? We can't be married. How could you like me, even if you did like me, I am broken and miserable, my heart is badly bruised and it won't accept love and affection, it is scared of these sacred emotions. By talking about all this you are just tormenting me more."

Just like a fragile glass falling on a hard concrete ground and smashing into a million pieces. Pieces that will never be joined together. My heart had been broken like nothing else. It was shattered and drained, weary and hurtful. In pain and in agony. It felt as if all the crucification had fallen upon it. “Maya.” I called out the name of my love but got no reply from her. I was never going to get another word from her. She was gone. Gone? The word felt like a dagger. One that was constantly stabbing my heart. My breathing was shaky and my heart beat was slow,

I noticed my eyes shifting first, almost as if she was seeing through them. The fragments of my broken heart felt like they were stabbing deep inside as I breathed in. It was like tiny shards of glass were grinding against my lungs. I couldn’t catch my breath; the sorrow was beyond words. It felt like my entire existence was on the line... like I was slipping away. My wolf whimpered, reflecting my anguish, but her emotions were even more intense.

"Thank you..." When heart is broken it fallen into pieces. You feel so cold, so hopeless, and so down. You felt like you lost your happiness. It's like a fire that will burn you into ashes. The only thing you can see is darkness and emptiness. But when the pieces put back together, it forms a strong bond. It lightens up the whole world around you, and each other will feel a different kind of joy. A different kind of fire that will warm your cold and empty heart. And one kissed of love, the heart becomes whole. "You fix me my love." I whispered. He smiled and kissed me again. The End.

Each memory crushed me the more, bringing down more tears. I’ve never known what heartache felt like. I have only heard about it. But now I understood that even words couldn’t do justice to what heartache really was. It was destructive. Now I understood why people engaged in quite ridiculous actions because they were broken. I didn’t know what was keeping me from destroying everything I owned in this room.

he uttered, leaving me devastated. The concept of heartbreak had always seemed abstract to me, but at that moment, I was experiencing its tangible reality. Asher’s gaze locked with mine as he uttered those words, and it felt like his words pierced my chest like a sharp dagger. Instantly, a profound sense of emptiness engulfed my being, as if a vital part of my soul had been irretrievably lost. In many ways, it had. I had lost my soul. I lost my mate. Tears started surfacing in my eyes, and there was no way I could hold them back. Unable to look at Asher, I turned away and started walking toward the exit. A small part of me hoped that perhaps he would follow me. But he didn’t.

Izzy Pov... In the caverns of her chest, a once vibrant heart now lay shattered, its fragmented pieces scattered across the desolate landscape of her soul. Each jagged edge of pain bore witness to the relentless onslaught of disappointment and loss, carving a deep chasm within that seemed to swallow any semblance of joy. Her constant cries aren't enough to heal her callous shattered heart. The weight of unspoken grief anchored her spirit, its heaviness an ever-present reminder of the ache that seemed to seep into every fiber of her being.

" Stop this Dylan please stop this." "You can't mend a broken glass. I am broken beyond repair." You destroyed me the day I learned to love you. To feel something for you. Then how can you expect me to give you that piece of mine once again when you already broke it with your own hands. _______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple heart.

I pulled up the video from that online post and showed it to her. Sophia's face turned pale, and she was left speechless. Eventually, she lowered her head and turned to leave, but then she stopped at the door. "Would you believe me if I told you that I never understood how much you meant to me until I lost you?" "It doesn't matter anymore, Sophia. Whatever I felt for you is already gone." Just after I closed the door, the noise came from outside my bedroom. Samantha Carter poked her head out, hair tousled and eyes sleepy. "I can smell the food," she murmured.

Underneath the dark handkerchief, my heart didn't just break—it completely shattered. Every syllable that left Stefan’s mouth felt like a physical blow, a sharp dagger piercing straight into the deepest part of my soul. It was a pain far worse than any physical wound I had ever survived in my life. A cold sweat broke out across my palms as his voice filled the arena.