Heart Break Words Novels & Stories

she shouted at me. Suddenly our friends approached and the one next to me stood up quietly. "Jenny stop that. Because I don't care about you anymore. I will never like you again. Don't be obsessed with the person you who doesn't like you. Don't force it on yourself because I will never love you again. Angel is the flesh of my heart," because of Zack's words, everything I heard has not yet sunk into my brain. Zack dragged me out of our room and left Jenny speechless, our friends followed us.

"Redhead, I never had anything serious with you. It was just sex. I am sorry if I gave you the opposite impression." Something broke. I could hear the shards falling in the distance, but my head was out of orbit. I watched Julia say something else, her look so indifferent and detached that it made me realize the thing breaking was my heart. And fuck, it hurt like hell. Every word spoken was a damn martyrdom, a sea of pain so intense that I thought it was possible to die of a broken heart.

Up in the glass box, Eve’s monitor flashed a critical warning. **HEART RATE: 202 BPM.** Terry didn't just feel the insult; he felt the universe tilt on its axis. It wasn't the attack on his hockey career. It wasn't the cheap shots to his knee. It was the vile, calculated desecration of Eve—the woman who had bared her soul to him in the quiet sanctuary of the penthouse, the brilliant, fiercely independent mind reduced to a corporate pawn by men who didn't deserve to speak her name.

Those were the exact same words she had said to him just now, to take a break, so why was she so heartbroken? Why did she feel a sudden chill snake up her back? Why did she crumble to the ground? Why was it hurting her so much? Tears trailed down her eyes freely, her heart beat like it was about to explode, it was not built for such pain. The way it made her feel, watching him walk out on her and slam the door without looking back, she was at the edge of losing her mind. Her heart was soon to explode.

But still, his heart felt all warm and fuzzy . "Promise me, Anthony, you will leave her and come back to me" . When he heard the next sentence coming from her, he felt like his heart was poked with a thousand needles . The pain surged in like a dark cloud blocking all the light and happiness and gripped him from all sides . One moment he felt like he was on cloud nine and the very next all his hopes were smashed into pieces . He took a deep breath and consoled his heart like had been doing since ages . Then he held her Pinky finger with his own and said -

Something about the certainty of the volunteers had intrigued her to change her mindset. Her phone buzzed in her hand and she accepted the call again, "Alice! Honey! Please don't do this. I just saw the message on my phone. Honey, this is not how people deal with heartbreaks. We all have been through this. Alice, my baby. Don't leave. I forgive you for taking the card. I forgive you, my baby. Come home. We need you. Honey!" Jane cried over the phone. "Heart breaks are a part of life. You will get over it some day."

She hugged her knees, her heart shattering in the quiet. They were both shaking, breaking. Two hearts torn apart by distance, silence, and words they couldn’t take back.

When your heart is broken, there are no words to describe the feeling. You could describe the feeling of sadness afterwards, but not the actual heartbreak - because when your heart is broken, shattered even, by someone who was made for you, no words come to mind, no words can get passed your tongue. All you feel is an intense numbness taking over your body, no feelings could be felt, no sound could be heard, no scents could be smelled, no nothing. Just the knowledge that your heart is being broken and it may never heal.

Top of Form *** "It was said that a heart that has been broken can never feel pain again, that it becomes immune to hurt because it has already tasted the bitter sting of heartbreak. But as Chloe stood there with tears streaming down her face, she knew that whoever had said those words had never experienced a second heartbreak." The pain she felt right now felt fresh, raw, and intense as if it was the first time. This was only a reminder that heartbreak was not a one-time event but an ongoing process.

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”