Destroy Lonely Broken Hearts Novels & Stories

He was gone forever. I let my heart shatter, let the tears pour until they ran out, and then I vowed never to let it happen again. Never would I let myself get lost in someone. Never would I let my heart lead me because if I did, then I would risk losing someone else I cared about. *Present*

I need energy later because I know the resto-bar will be busy again. The stereo was just on, and I was listening to a random song that the DJ was playing on the radio. ♫Two old friends meet again Wearin' older faces And talk about the places they've been Two old sweethearts who fell apart Somewhere long ago How are they to know Someday they'd meet again And have a need for more than reminiscin' Maybe this time It'll be lovin' they'll find Maybe now they can be more than just friends

It doesn't matter. "My heart was broken, and you pieced it back together, Nick... You mended me with your infinite patience, and I loved you with all of me. With all that was left of me. Thank you for everything," I take a deep breath, inhaling his lemon scent, preparing myself for the next words finally reaching the edge. I cry for him one last time.

The realization that he might never be able to mend what he had broken was a torment all its own. The darkness enveloped Carver was more than just the absence of light. It was the darkness of a soul lost, a heart broken by its own actions. As night fell, he was left alone with his thoughts, a man haunted by the echoes of a love lost and a trust shattered beyond repair.

" 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 stand up and walk slowly to him, I hold his hand again, resting my forehead on his back feeling his breathing, “pain doesn't define us Justin, it makes us stronger” He turns to me, his eyes dim, glossy with tears, “who broke us?” he says softly, touching my face softly. His touch was raw, deep, painful, he didn't move, he just stared at me with a sad face…I could feel it. “I have been broken a long time ago, I always say my heart doesn't even beat anymore that's how damaged I am” I chuckle wryly, “there's no point in having a heart right? Cara thinks I'm heartless, my mother thinks I lack compassion and you…you think I'm just…stock up”

She began to play a medley of different songs it started out with the violin being played first “I set on a narrow way many years ago…hoping I would find true love along the broken road….but I got lost a time or two…what my brow kept pushing through…I couldn’t see how every sign pointed straight to you….Marry me…today and every day….marry me…if I ever get the nerve to say hello in this cafe say you will….ooohh…cause God bless the broken road that led me straight to you…heart beat fast…colors and promises…how to be brave…how can I love when I’m afraid to…fall…watching you stand alone…all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow….my head’s underwater, but I’m breathing fine…you’re crazy and I’m

I miss Ava; I miss the woman I fell in love with; I know it is Ava in that hospital, but the real Ava is lost deep within that body, and she is refusing to come out. Can a broken heart kill you? Yes, it can. I think what is destroying us most is being apart and not the illness that she is fighting. I am scared it is going to destroy us so bad that there won't be an us left. I am all alone in that big damn house now; loneliness is a death sentence for anyone that knows he has someone they love, but they cannot be with them. .............................. Four months since admission… It is going backward, absolutely no improvement since what was there a month ago.

Eugene said, resting his head against mine as we watched our happy family. Even though we didn't have a fairytale beginning and had a lot of ups and downs in our progressing relationship, we met each other halfway. We were too scared to light the spark between us, afraid it might break us both in the end. And even though we were both broken, Eugene more than me, we took each other's broken pieces and built each other up again. We were two broken hearts who met each other at the most unexpected time, and we each gave our half to the other to mend the broken parts. We were there for each other, sometimes just lagging a bit behind, but we were there. And if this wasn't what one would call love,

The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts. Don't forget to vote and leave positive reviews. Also, do well to share this book with your friends and the people you know. Thanks for reading. Xoxo❤️