Empty Heart Novels & Stories

I feel so numb. I feel like I'm running out of what I feel like if I scream because I'm hurt but I can't. I want to ask myself what I'm lacking, why I wasn't good enough when I did everything. If he doesn't love me nor want me anymore I wish he would have just told me, maybe I will accept that instead of him making me because it hurts more than if he was honest with me. I held my breath several times because of thinking, my head hurts because I can't even give an answer to the questions that are forming in my mind. I want to rest because I feel so tired, I don't know how I will face the future without the person I was with.

All Mark saw now was Francine. He sat down beside her and King moved out of the way. Mark tightened the coat around her naked body, held her close. She was so damn small, smaller than he remembered. How was that even possible? What did that fucker take from her, to leave her this hollow and shrunken? “Babe,” he whispered roughly. “I’m right here. It’s all over. I’ve got you now.” “It’s over?” she said in a hushed voice, limp and fragile against him. “This is – this is real?”

A new world—cold, perfect, untouched by affection or grief. He named it Voryn. Its seas were glass. Its skies were silver. Its beings, when they formed, moved without desire, without hatred, without kindness. They worked, lived, and ended—efficient, calm, hollow. Nareth observed them, fascinated. > “No pain,” he murmured. “No sorrow. No chaos.” Yet as time passed, a silence began to press against him—an emptiness deeper than the void itself. --- The Heart’s Tremor Far away, in the chamber of light and breath, the Heart convulsed.

"This is dead. It won't beat for you again. "We're finished. Your cousin was right. Chase is the one who matches your status. Let's just call it a bad dream. "The dream is over. I've paid my price. I accept it. "I wish you happiness." With that, I left the office. The moment I closed the door, I heard muffled sobbing from inside, restrained yet desperate. I felt nothing. I could not comfort her gently the way I once had when I saved her. I had underestimated how persistent Scarlett could be. To escape her, I requested a transfer out of the city with no set return date.

asks the echoed voice that rings the clocks to strike a thunder rumbles, she closed her eyes immediately covering her ears stopping the clocks that are screaming a hollow tone of pain, sadness, and longing deep within the heart who longs and bares the hurt. “AI!” Yet, taking a deep breath as the clock stops., A voice so near yet so far, she knew, but not, yet she longs. Rings the silent howl from her unknown bleeding heart. “Just,” now crying deep from her dream, to the hollow and nothingness of space. Inside the darkness, she always wakes up in the middle but is unconsciously asleep from within. Her heart is screaming with the pain that shed her tears from the pain of losing, HIM.

* * * Eve’s POV * * * * * * The Final Decision * * * My heart shatters, my soul is crumbling, and I feel empty while floating in the abyss. There’s a hole in my chest, and I want to die. I want to end my existence so that I can reunite with him again. It was never meant to be him; the Moon Goddess said we would have lots of babies. She lied. The biochemical impact and bodily stress of heartache is an actual injury that one never truly recovers from. I will never recover from this injury and loss.

Where did anything go wrong? My heart burned and It wasn't quenching. For what felt like years, I rolled on the floor, clutching my face that I was sure it was bleeding. And then finally, the pain subsided, leaving my shivering at the hollow emptiness that was now my heart. I was empty, the part of me I filled with the beat of his heart, was now empty and the other part of me, lost and afraid.. desperate and broken. I was suddenly lifted up by someone and I was forced to look up at Edwin that was sneering down at me.

It felt like my heart had been ripped to so many pieces, it seemed like a puzzle that has been broken and nothing could fix it. In the midst of the turmoil that had engulfed my world, I couldn't escape the overwhelming sense of emptiness that consumed me. It was as if a storm had torn through the very core of my being, leaving behind nothing but desolation. Each shard of my shattered heart seemed to ache with a pain that was both physical and emotional. I had always prided myself on my strength, on my ability to face any challenge head-on. But this was a pain unlike any I had ever known.

Delivered smoothly after a calculated hesitation. I stood there, listening to the water, holding proof of his deceit. The fiery rage I knew I should feel didn't come. Instead, a vast, hollow emptiness opened inside me. Was this what it meant to be broken in? To have your heart calloused over by so many lies it simply stopped feeling the cuts? I didn't know if that emptiness was peace or death. Mechanically, I folded the tickets and slipped them back into his pocket. Just this once, I wouldn't fight. I was too tired. The cost of silence felt cheaper than another devastating confrontation.

Sky I feel empty, not sad, not angry, not frustarted, it is just like someone took my heart away and closed my chest and told me to live like that I know many people had and even currently be fantasying something like that, but let me tell you it is no roses or does it makes matters better, cause the emptiness I feel is like something inside me was ripped out and never replaced, I wasn’t given no peace I haven’t spoken to Ace since that day.