Heartbreak Library Novels & Stories

The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad. Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.

After a long pause, she spoke in a trembling voice, “Grandma loves you, Nathan. But I can’t force your mother to change her mind. "Before she was your mother, she was first my daughter. "My daughter has been hurt beyond measure by you and your father. Don’t you think I feel heartbroken about it? "When she came back, I was so devastated, and now she’s finally starting to heal. How could I push her back into the abyss? "So, I’m sorry, Nathan. Go back with your father." My mother wiped away her tears and gently pushed Nathan away, turning her back on him and refusing to look at him again.

Suddenly, a chill came over her, and Selina jolted awake, finally opening her eyes. The lights in first class had been dimmed but were still warm and comforting, unlike the cold hospital. Feeling a coolness on her fingertips, Selina looked down to find she had grabbed the hand of the person next to her. She was gripping tightly, her nails digging deep into the flesh of their wrist. A faint hint of red was visible. A moment later, she realized she was sitting next to David and abruptly released his hand. The long-buried memories, as vivid as a dream, had mercilessly ripped open the wounds in her heart, exposing the raw, bloody mess beneath.

Occasionally, flirtatious laughter drifted from inside the room as she busily moved in and out. I didn't care enough to get involved. Instead, I wondered whether to open another bottle of whiskey to enjoy with my fresh stash of cigars. Deciding it was worth it, I headed to the study to retrieve another treasured bottle. Just as I was immersed in choosing my whiskey, a sudden scream pierced the silence from the master bedroom. Curious, I walked over to see what was going on. But the moment I reached the doorway, Sophia shoved me hard. "Lucas, were you raised without manners?"

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

I once read in a magazine, while getting my hair done on a particular day several months ago, that it had been scientifically suggested and proven that heartbreak felt the same way that physical pain does. "A broken heart is a metaphor for the intense emotional stress or pain that one feels at experiencing a great loss or a great longing." the magazine had read, "Most people have experienced a broken heart, and there are multiple possible causes for it. But whether it comes from a break up with a significant other or the death of a loved one, heartbreak is never easy."

For a second I could almost hear Jeremy’s voice in it. Or maybe it was just my head playing tricks. I laughed again, but it was nothing like joy It felt as if my heart had being smashed again with glasses Because suddenly the realization hit me. This was exactly how Hunter used to break. Late at night. Alone. Thinking about someone he loved so much it had carved holes inside him. Back then I didn’t understand. Back then I thought heartbreak meant crying into pillows and listening to sad songs. Now I knew better. Heartbreak felt like your bones were being slowly crushed from the inside.

John Green had said it right . She gasped for air for a while and tried hard to control . But then she caved in . She started crying her eyes out . Never did she think in her wildest dreams that stuff like betrayal and heartbreak would happen to her . With a heavy heart she started to ponder, "Where did I go wrong . Where did I lack?" They both were students of graphic design at the University of Cincinnati, just that he was one year senior . They met each other at a technology conclave arranged at their University . Then one

CHAPTER 43 Caraphernelia Caraphernelia - a broken-heart disease that occurs whenever someone leaves you, but leaves all of their things behind 43 "Tell me to leave." He says. I didn't answer. "Push me away. Treat me like a complete shit like how I treated you before." he says. I didn't answer again. He looks at me and my eyes couldn't look away. Oh Nick I can't do that. Even if you hurt me, I can't hurt you like that cos I love you and I'm too scared of pushing you away cos I know you won't come back.

They made the silent cafe alive and lively with their cute quarrels and at last he managed to have few bites as well. After that he dropped her home and himself went to meet his friends as he got a call. Emma nodded and said she would be fine alone at home and sighing he leaves. Emma changes her clothes in a comfy one and feeling bored with her phone walks in the small library in her house. Searching for her nice book her hands fell on a heartbreak book “Love or Me?”. In that book the girl was betrayed by her love and at the end she chooses her self and leaves him.