Heart Break Words Novels & Stories

The torment he endured was merciless. Yet when I heard all of this, I felt strangely calm as I looked at Bertrand, whose face had now grown ashen, haunted by regret he could never undo.

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”

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

"You're such an asshole." "I know." "A huge asshole." "The biggest." "You broke my heart." The words came out broken. "You took my heart and just... crushed it. And then you left me alone to pick up the pieces."

Heartbreak. It comes in many forms. Sometimes at the loss of your mother or sometimes breaking up with your lover. Some would cry all night but would wipe the tears the next morning and start fresh but sometimes they would just let the pain dwell deep within the heart. Days passed into months but the pain would still be there. Raw and potent.

The city looked the same with cars honking, people rushing, life moving forward but inside me it felt like the entire world had tilted off balance and refused to set itself right again. If I had to put a word to the silent shattering of my heart, the aching tug that pulled at my chest with every step, it would be heartbreak. Unfortunately, it’s not the kind people write poems about or heal from with tubs of ice cream. No, this feels like heartbreak laced with poison, like I willingly swallowed something fatal because I knew it was going to hurt, because deep down I knew I was the cause of my own ruin. The words Grant spat at me last night won’t stop replaying in my head. They circle endlessl

“It won’t just be your heart that gets broken.” He leaves, the echo of his words sitting heavy in the room.

Because once when I'm alone this is me. The foolish, Stupid Broken Adassah. Who does nothing about her broken heart but to cry in pain again and again.

I pulled up the video from that online post and showed it to her. Sophia's face turned pale, and she was left speechless. Eventually, she lowered her head and turned to leave, but then she stopped at the door. "Would you believe me if I told you that I never understood how much you meant to me until I lost you?" "It doesn't matter anymore, Sophia. Whatever I felt for you is already gone." Just after I closed the door, the noise came from outside my bedroom. Samantha Carter poked her head out, hair tousled and eyes sleepy. "I can smell the food," she murmured.

She's not the kind of emotional person that overreacts to something. "Hush now," he whispered while kissing her head. She sobbed. "Why does it hurt, Carson? Why am I hurting? Why do I feel like my heart's been stabbed and it's fucking hurting? I'm not dying, right?" Carson shook his head and held her chin to lift her head. "That's called heartbreak, Baby. Your heart was broken after seeing them." Krysie cried her heart out. "A-Are you happy she's back? That she's alive?"