Heart Break Words Novels & Stories

Each memory crushed me the more, bringing down more tears. I’ve never known what heartache felt like. I have only heard about it. But now I understood that even words couldn’t do justice to what heartache really was. It was destructive. Now I understood why people engaged in quite ridiculous actions because they were broken. I didn’t know what was keeping me from destroying everything I owned in this room.

"And by the end he confessed that he loved me and I didn't know how to react to it," I felt numb and a silent observer of my heartbreak. It was as if I could hear the sound of my heart shattering, not unlike the sharp crack of a wooden bat connected with a baseball. But no, it was messier than that. It was more like the relentless pounding of rain from a powerful thunderstorm on a tin roof, each dropping a hammer blow until the surface shattered into billions of tiny fragments. Fragments of my heart that I couldn’t piece back together by myself.

The feeling of a broken heart is like a glass slowly shattering into tiny pieces. That feeling of getting stabbed in the heart like a million times. But, Darson is trying to keep it together. He doesn't want his family to know about what happened. He wants them to think that everything is fine, even though his hurting inside.

How can one break the person they love, solely by their words and still stand straight with the audacity to confess? His eyes held a sincerity that once had the power to melt my defenses. The room echoed with his earnest words, each sentence trying to breach the fortress of my wounded heart. He persisted, his voice a soft plea. "I know I messed up, but I need you to understand." Each word he spoke was like a delicate touch, threatening to unravel the carefully constructed walls around my heart. "Please don't do this," he begged, his eyes searching mine for a glimmer of mercy. His desperation mirrored the turmoil within me.

The evidence seemed damning, and the weight of the revelation threatened to crush his spirit. The room, once filled with warmth and the echoes of shared laughter, now bore witness to the tempest within his soul. He couldn't contain the surge of emotions that erupted within him. Broken hearted, he lashed out, hurling objects across the room as if trying to expel the pain that clung to him. "Ahhh! Tessa! Why did you hurt me like this?!" he screamed, the anguished cry reverberating through the empty spaces of their home. Each shattered piece of furniture echoed his broken heart.

The moment she said, “I don’t love you,” I felt the heart that was previously happy inside of me crack. It didn’t give a dramatic sound like the shatter of glass, but the quiet, brutal kind of break you only feel in your chest when the air suddenly refuses to move through your lungs due to external forces caused by an unpalatable situation.

“Tonight, you let yourself break. Tomorrow, we face your mother’s funeral together. The day after that… we’ll figure it out.” My hands found their way to his chest, feeling his heartbeat strong and steady under my palms. “What if I’m too broken?” “Impossible.” His lips brushed my temple, so gentle it made my heart ache. “You’re the strongest person I know.” The dam broke. All the grief, fear, and exhaustion of the past days crashed over me at once. I crumpled against him, and his arms wrapped around me, holding me together as I fell apart. “I keep seeing it,” I whispered against his chest. “The way James looked at you when he pulled that trigger. His own brother. How can someone hate that mu

The what-ifs and maybes swirled in my head, each one a sharp jab to my already fragile heart. As I navigated the dark waters of heartbreak, I felt like I was drowning. The pain was suffocating, making it hard to breathe. I didn't know how to escape the heartache, didn't know how to make it stop. All I could do was stand there, frozen in agony, and let the emotions consume me.

Jordan said, causing everyone to laugh, as Brooklyn went ahead to switch off the lights. Just then, the movie began, and Micheal wrapped his arm on my shoulder as my back rested on his body. Ha. I hope this moment is going to last forever and ever. I never want this peace to end. … Author Tina Nwuba: “And this is it, readers. We have come to the end of, “Don't Break My Heart”. Don't forget to check out my other books. And thanks for all your support”.

One she had spent months trying not to answer for herself. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet. "You were not bad all the time." Matthew remained silent. Ava looked down at the medical tape in her hands. "That was part of the problem." His brow furrowed slightly. "I do not understand." Ava laughed softly again. "People think heartbreak comes from monsters." Matthew listened. "It usually does not." Her fingers tightened around the tape. "It comes from people you love." The room fell silent. Ava finished securing the bandage. She should have stepped back, but he did not.