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The yacht, once envisioned as the backdrop of a joyous occasion, now stands as a silent witness to his heartbreak. "Today, I had imagined proposing to her, and now she's left me," he utters, his voice initially laced with a hollow attempt at humor before unraveling into anguished sobs. A peculiar ache pulses through his heart, an indescribable pain that feels as though a festering wound is contaminating his very essence. All that remains is a desperate yearning for liberation from this overwhelming despair.

“It’s funny, isn’t it? How matters of the heart can break even the strongest.” I studied him. “You’ve been heartbroken before?” “Who hasn’t?” he said. “Mine was when I was young. It made me harder than I wanted to be.” He said it like he wasn’t sharing pain but a fact. I nodded slowly. “You didn’t ask why I was crying.” “I didn’t need to.” He leaned back, his eyes thoughtful. “It’s written all over you. That kind of ache only comes from one place.” We sat in the quiet. I twisted the hem of my sleeve until the fabric thinned.

Listening to him I find it impossible to hold back tears, reflecting the pain in my chest as I hear those words embed like stakes in my heart. "Let me go then," I mumble in a broken voice. "Do you think you're the only one who suffered from this? Do you think it doesn't hurt me to see you with someone else? I never wanted to stay away from you!" he cries agonizingly, tears clouding his eyes. I can't even answer that because of the lump in my throat. I'd like to tell him I don't love him, but I'd be lying to myself. "I hurt the best thing that ever happened to me, and I'm so broken that all I wish for is to die, to relieve the pain of living without you, because you're the one I love."

‘I found my soulmate, I found my true love, I found my one and forever, and now I may lose her forever.’ Nathan thought back to a quote he once read as he sat next to Amore's bed, holding onto her hand while the constant heart monitor echoed in the background.

His face was tired, his eyes filled with hurt I had caused. "I never meant to hurt you," I whispered. "But you did," he said gently. "And I don’t know how much more I can take." My heart ached. I reached out, but he didn’t move. It was my fault. And the truth hit me hard—I might lose him forever. Because love, no matter how deep, can’t survive on half-promises and mixed signals. Tears slipped down my cheeks, slow at first, then faster. I couldn’t stop them. I didn’t even try. My chest felt tight, like something inside had cracked open and spilled everything I’d been holding in.

He all but yelled. Then he took another step backward even though his piercing blue eyes never left mine, and his gaze still burned hotter than fire, His voice softening to reveal the emotions behind his words." And of all the things that go on in that pretty head of yours, of all the things you think of me, Do you think I am capable of breaking your heart? Of revealing such details to you when I know it would utterly crumble you? I cannot possibly do that. I could never. There was nothing I could do that wouldn't break your heart, and I would rather shatter my heart into innumerable pieces than break yours."

Can life be any better? "Take care of yourself. Remember that I love you and I'll always do." He tells me. This isn't what I am expecting to hear from him. I feel the remaining pieces of my heart shattering into shreds because of how my chest is hurting so badly. I almost burst into tears again as I look back at his cute face. I can see the worry etch on his face. And the sadness. He is finding it hard to let go. But I hate him for doing this to me.

he questioned, "You lied to me, didn't you?" he asked in a broken voice, tears were rolling down my cheek looking at him. "How stupid I was..." he chuckled, "I trusted you and gave my everything to you, and you were fucking someone else..." his voice broke, "...behind my back!" he looked up at me with pain in his eyes, He chuckled, "I guess... I broke my own heart loving you," he whispered while lowering his head, I could see tears flowing down his eyes, he kept quiet for a while. I tried to control myself, but I couldn't, "You know..." he said while looking up at me, "...I don't want to live like her," he said, shaking his head while wiping his tears, "I don't... dying every second in your

His shoulders rise and fall rapidly with pent-up anger radiating off him. “I lost our baby. Didn’t I?” I pull back and look at him, using the back of my hand to wipe my nose. “Yes.” He hoarsely grounds out in English as he looks down at me with tears threatening his eyes. “No….” I cry out, and he crushes me to him. So he wasn’t able to ruin me physically, just emotionally destroyed me. My heart begins to feel heavy with heartache, and I can understand how a broken heart can be the death of you.

As I entered inside the home, I could hear the sound of the Jaguar moving far away from me. My heart was all shattered into thousand prices is it even love if hearts aren't broken and tears aren't shed? _________________________________________________