Drowning In Heartache Novels & Stories

A tearing pain throbbed beneath her, where streaks of dark blood stained her pale thighs. Phoebe stumbled into the rain, her heart sinking slowly into an abyss. She stood alone in the downpour, the heavy rain soaking her frail body. Covering her face, she gradually sank to the ground, tears streaming down in desperate despair. Her body ached, her heart ached, and she cried helplessly, a wretched mess. This was the saddest she had ever felt, fighting back tears that threatened to spill.

It had been a glimpse into a life she knew she couldn't have. Our own private world. It was one more thing she'd lost. Felicity pressed a palm to her belly, seeking support from the baby within, but it was no use. She was falling apart inside. Her heart was as fragile as a spiderweb in the midst of a rainstorm. She slid down to the floor of the shower, tucked her knees up under her chin, and cried. The sobs ripped her apart, and she couldn't hold back the sweeping waves of pain that threatened to obliterate her from the inside out. Her dreams were dying, dreams she should never have pretended might be real. Her grief was choking, and her heart couldn't slow down as she wept for her broken he

My chest burns from lack of air and I watch as I sink further, grass twisted around my ankles keeping me down. What a great way to die. Drowning. Finally a death I deserved.

He unceremoniously collapsed to the floor, dejected and embraced by deadly emotions that seemed to want to rip his heart off of his system. A fountain of salty waters snaked across the floor of his cheeks, leaving the bitter taste of melancholy. His face was covered in nothing but redness like he had received excruciating hot slaps. He was too numb to tell his mind to think of something — a giant hole quickly found a permanent home in his heart.

My heartbreak feels cold. It's like concrete drying in my chest. Perhaps the worst part is that the heartbreak is unexpected, as is always is; top of the world one minute and cut down the next. I feel like my heart is literally cracking in two, leaving a massive, gaping hole in my chest. Tears stab at my eyes, making my vision go blurry, but Alex does not even notice, his eyes stamped onto his beautiful erasthai. I feel my heartbeat rising, and my breathing becoming shallower, but before the tears can leak from my eyes, I jump up and bolt away into the forest behind the shimmering lake. I keep running and running, sobbing quietly, before I trip and land face first onto the dusty forest floor

"Lucas, I'm talking to you! Stop pretending! Adie nearly broke his ankle and toughed it out, and you're making a scene over just a couple of stitches with anesthetic. Why are you acting like the victim now?" The doctor, unable to hold back any longer, turned to them after bandaging my wound. "Are you unaware he's allergic to anesthesia? He just endured stitches without any of it. "That kind of pain is tough to go through. You're getting married, but you didn't even know that?"

Brian asked me as he sat beside me while Owen stood on my other side. “I don’t think so,” I whispered. “You loved the baby, too. Just because it wasn’t yours doesn’t mean you can’t mourn for her or him.” Owen uttered. “This is the second time I have lost a child.” I closed my eyes tightly. “When my baby died in that accident that night, I drowned myself in alcohol, locked in my apartment, living at the mercy of the hard liquor. Tears didn’t stop coming as there was a burn all over my body. Mostly near my heart.” I pointed at my heart. “Today I am feeling the same thing. The burn this time is more severe than before, and that’s making it hard for me to breathe.”

Despair... It was akin to an ocean. Eleanor drowned in it. She sat on the shores of the beach. Watching as people flowed, she kept hugging her knees in silence. She was there but she wasn't. If one saw her like this, they would think she was doing fine. But, far from it. She was struggling to swim against the raging currents of the ocean of sadness... to not sink. The way the tides were against her, Eleanor wished she could give up. To give up and let herself drown completely. Maybe it would lessen her heartache.

The pain intensifies, spreading through her like a vicious tide, dragging her deeper into the abyss of despair. Her heart, burdened by grief and the weight of this new loss, sinks into the darkest depths of the ocean. The enormity of her mother's absence crashes over her, overwhelming her fragile spirit. The waves of sorrow threaten to engulf her, leaving her feeling adrift and powerless against the tumultuous tide of emotions.

I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to find a lifeline to cling to. Every beat of my heart felt like a reminder of what I had lost, of what had been taken from me. The pain was a palpable thing, a weight that pressed upon my chest, making it hard to breathe. I felt like I was dying, like a part of me was withering away, leaving nothing but a cold, dark emptiness in its wake.