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"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

But as they grew older, Maya had learned to swallow her grief and buried her resentment deep within herself, trying to maintain the illusion of peace. But now? Now, Oscar wanted her to accept the daughter of the woman who destroyed her family as his bride. And he wanted her to be understanding? That one sentence broke something inside her. She thought of her mother, gasping for breath on a hospital bed. And she remembered the vow she had made at that very moment: she would never repeat the same tragedy. She would never let another person trample her heart like that. Let alone compete endlessly with Diana for the same man. "Fine," she said. "Then I won't bother you two anymore."

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Somewhere beyond those waves was a world that now knew my most private pain, that had turned my marriage into a cautionary tale and my pregnancy into a plot device. Blake had promised to protect me. Instead, he'd made me famous. And fame, I was learning, was just another kind of prison—one with invisible bars made of judgment and speculation, where millions of strangers felt entitled to opinions about choices they'd never had to make. Tomorrow there would be more coverage, more analysis, more photos of me looking either victimized or calculating. Tonight, I was still trapped in a mansion overlooking the ocean, still pregnant with a child who would grow up knowing their mother's pain had been

" 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.

"Who's got the black heart?" "I do" a light voice perked up then stood up. "Come on. Let's get this over with." Everybody looked at the figure that stood up. Of course, it just had to be her. Mrs. Heartbreak herself, Deborah Taylor. If heartbreak hotel had a receptionist, it'd be Vanessa. If there was someone rich, beautiful and invested enough to buy the hotel then turn it into her own personal workspace, that'd be Deborah. She was part of the clique of all those posh Grade 12 students that felt like they'd already become independent, and could care less about what anybody said or cared (That’s what everyone thought). Her 5'9 figure was a normal height in these parts but she’d carry herself

I once read in a magazine, while getting my hair done on a particular day several months ago, that it had been scientifically suggested and proven that heartbreak felt the same way that physical pain does. "A broken heart is a metaphor for the intense emotional stress or pain that one feels at experiencing a great loss or a great longing." the magazine had read, "Most people have experienced a broken heart, and there are multiple possible causes for it. But whether it comes from a break up with a significant other or the death of a loved one, heartbreak is never easy."

“We divorced a year ago. Of course, I’ve given up.” Ivory slid his hand into mine. A firm, quiet reassurance. “You never sad about the way we ended it?” Elliot sounded not about to give up on the idea of getting back together. “You know what?” I continued, voice like ice, “The sad part wasn’t seeing you and Owen like this or us divorcing. The sad part was realizing I let myself be treated like garbage for so many years.” I walked past him and Owen while my fingers laced with Ivory’s.

Only the deafening silence… **Of despair. Her head dropped, her spirit slowly being drained away. **“I can’t…”** **“I can’t hold on much longer…”** The cold, unfeeling walls around her seemed to close in. The weight of her heartbreak suffocated her. **“I’m losing…”** **“Everything…”** **“Alex…”** Her lips barely moved as her head fell forward. **“I love you…”** **“But I don’t know if I can keep holding on…”**

The beauty as majestic as the petals, the feeling as lovely as the color, the heartbreak as painful as the stabs’ ’The wings of a bird unlike the sound of his voice will forever flap and in the sky, he will turn. The grim of death lay heavy on the night for I know I will lose you in the depth of my life. In return for my sacrifice, I will see your eyes, they will glimmer with pride and I will feel the love. When I look up at the stars there is you, I will join you soon, we will meet by the moon’ I could feel the ache in my heart as I read the words in every poem. Whoever wrote this must’ve been carrying a lot of pain in them.