He Broke My Heart Novels & Stories

Love, it wasn't in it for us, the stars never shined for us so we broke, and now, our love is gone. I feel empty, wrecked with a heavy heart, a heart that isn't beating at all, my heart beat for Adrian but he broke it, broke me, broke us. I can't go back now, not to him. Adrian and I ended three days ago, we ended when he didn't come after me, but his sister did. She's the one I should have given all that love I gave to him but I didn't, now I'm numb.

I stared at him through opaque eyes and nodded stiffly. “These are my teammates. This is Tim…” “I have to go.” I coughed out and immediately walked out with my clipboard pressed against my racing heart.

I had broken my best friend's heart, the same thing I tried not to do. It was inevitable and unavoidable.

I hope he forgives me for breaking his heart. “I promise you, it's better, as you broke his heart coz I would have broken his legs and other parts of his body if you hadn’t” His word chilled my heart. I totally believe him.

Sophia The Uber I called took me to Kieran’s house, and even though it was still early, I barricaded myself in my room, or better, a room assigned to me. Although I was the master of suppressing pain and pretending I was fine, I failed most miserably this time because the pain of a broken heart was not something I knew how to deal with. And Kieran broke mine in the cruelest way. He gave me hope, only to yank it out of my hands the very next moment.

Adrian didn't glance her way, keeping his firm grip on the wheel as he spoke with a quiet, unyielding severity devoid of remorse: — "Do not delude yourself, Dana, and do not weave stories that never existed in the first place... I never deceived you, nor did I ever make you a promise. You went along with this game of your own free will and full awareness." Hot tears spilled down her cheeks, and a bitter coldness settled inside the car; she couldn't tell how the vehicle's air conditioning had suddenly turned so icy, while her face gradually transformed from the weakness of a heartbroken lover into that of a woman determined to scorch the heart of the man who had broken hers.

“Tayla.” "When are you coming home?" Silence. The silence told me everything. My heart broke. Piece by piece. "Damian..." "I love you." The tears wouldn't stop. "Don't leave me." Another pause. Then the line went dead. I stared at the screen. Frozen. Numb. Broken. And for the first time since all of this started... I wondered if the man I loved was already gone. Not dead. Not yet. But gone from my life all the same.

Some even beat her when they saw her, furious at the disgrace she'd brought them. My parents paid for their favoritism, too. After returning from the hospital, my mamma drifted through each day in a daze, clutching my photo and whispering "I'm sorry" endlessly. My papa, weighed down by the family's ruined reputation and failed businesses, seemed to age overnight, half his hair turning white. They wanted to make amends, to do something for me, but it was far too late. I was already dead. I couldn't hear their apologies or feel their love.

"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."

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