Deep Words For Broken Hearted Mga Nobela at Kwento

Breaking her heart. ****😔****

" I dropped to my knees, desperately pleading with Zach. The glass shards dug into my skin, and blood started to trickle down. But that small flame touched Shawn's drawing and it quickly went up in flames. I screamed and lunged for the drawing, but it was too late. The fire was too fierce, and the drawing turned to ashes in no time. I sat among the glass shards, letting them cut into my skin as I held the ashes. "It's gone. Everything's gone… Shawn's last drawing is gone, too…" "Shawn, I'm so sorry." I whispered to myself.

he uttered in an extremely gentle voice, just like he would when we first got together. Sorrow filled my heart. I was feeling sorrowful over the humiliation I endured in the private room that day. I was sorrowful over the times I was disrespected, and over how I wasn't able to win him over even after loving him for nine years. I was sorrowful over the fact that I heard him threaten to send a video of me to my newlywed husband. Yet, I felt far less of a burden than when my sincere feelings were completely neglected. The heavens might not put the person who failed to appreciate someone else's sincerity through physical punishment, but they would make him lose his partner forever.

I yanked my hand away and asked, "Funny how you never thought of me during the good times, only now when there's trouble. You say raising James wasn't easy - was it easy for me being fooled by both of you? Doesn't James have a child on the way? Go ask the mother for help." I'd continued the conversation out of curiosity, but this comment opened the floodgates. "That worthless Amy! I gave her everything she wanted during the pregnancy. James even gave her $200,000! But that ungrateful snake ran away the day after James was arrested, saying the baby wasn't even his! What did we do to deserve this..." She broke down crying, looking at me like I was her last hope. They say a mother sees her chil

His voice dropped low, dark. “We’re way past okay.”

I cried. “Hush. It’s me who doesn’t deserve you. I love how you always stick up for our relationship.” “Well, duh. Why would I date someone that I would be ashamed of? I would be devastated if you didn’t claim me like I claim you.” “Devastated, huh?” “Actually, the word I’m looking for is heartbroken.” “You’d never have to worry about that, Mama.” “Good, because I’d bust your ass. You better be out here reppin’ me like a set.”

Weighted. Sure thing, there was no easy way to break somebody’s heart…

Hollow. “Fucking bastard,” I breathed. “I’ll never forgive you for this.” The pain wasn’t just physical. It felt like something had been ripped out of me, and I wasn’t sure if I would ever feel whole again. Now I understood real heartbreak. Not the kind people whine about after a breakup. The real kind, the kind that cracks something open deep inside you… and leaves it bleeding. I remembered my dad losing his mind after my stepmother miscarried five times before she overdosed. I didn’t care back then. She was a monster. But now?

He ran a trembling hand through his hair, trying to breathe, but every inhale felt like glass scraping down his throat. He thought he had hit rock bottom days ago. He realized now that heartbreak had deeper levels,darker, more silent rooms he hadn’t known existed. His vision blurred slightly, but he forced the tears back. He wouldn’t cry. Not again. Not over the same woman who had broken him twice in one lifetime. But he couldn’t look away from the screen. Not yet. Not when the caption refreshed before his eyes, updated with a new tag. One that burned. @AkihikoTakedaOfficial