Heartbreak นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Aurora had always imagined heartbreak would feel like a sharp, sudden pain, like a knife to the chest, immediate and devastating. As she stood frozen in the doorway of the dimly lit apartment she had shared with Shawn for the last three years; she realized heartbreak wasn’t always so dramatic. Sometimes, it was quiet, and slow; almost a numb, creeping sensation that started at the edges of her mind and worked its way inward, wrapping around her like a vice.

He gingerly pulls the postcard away from my fingers and I let out a painfully humorless laugh, the despised feeling of my burning eyes fuelling my anger. "What is there to fucking understand, Luke? She married Julius, knowing what he did!" I was on a rage quest and Brendan knew that all too well. I haven't had one in the past three years, I almost forgot what it felt like. "Lon-" "She never fucking loved me, Luke! She played me! There's nothing to fucking understand!" I kicked at the speakers, toppling them over, and jumped off the stage. The loud thud of my feet hitting the ground cut off whatever Luke was about to say to me as I ignored my friends and stormed down the empty halls of Greenh

"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.

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 -

The tears flowed freely, staining my cheeks with their salty remnants as my heart cried out in the silence of my apartment. I felt the ache deep within my chest, a searing pain that seemed to radiate through every fiber of my being. It was a heartbreak that went beyond the realm of lost love or shattered dreams. It was a soul-deep ache, an emptiness that threatened to engulf me in its all-consuming darkness.

If there was no hardship and only happiness then our life would become boring. But heartbreak it's something different. Because a heartbreak is more fatal than a heart attack. It won't kill you but it will make you a living dead. Heartbreaks kill your soul. Only I know how I have coped up with my heartbreak. It's only my revenge that gives me the power to stand and fight against him. But how I have thought it seems difficult now to deal with him. Even though I hate him. I don't know why my old feelings come back and push me towards him.

However, it had gone cold. As I didn't have the strength to hold the cup steady, it hit the floor and shattered into pieces. Just then, my phone buzzed nonstop with messages from the work group chat. "Quick, check social media. Did Mr. Bender just announce he's dating Ms. Hubbard?" The word "dating" hit me like a knife to the heart. With trembling hands, I clicked into Lily's profile. She'd posted a photo of a gemstone necklace with the caption, "First month with my boyfriend and I'm already getting such an expensive present! I'm so happy!"

I was deciding. Chapter 25 POV: Lydia Hart I used to think heartbreak was loud. I imagined screaming matches, shattered glass, mascara streaked down my face as I sobbed into the arms of well-meaning friends. I thought pain announced itself, demanded attention, made itself impossible to ignore. I was wrong. Heartbreak is quiet. It sits with you at dawn when the city is still half-asleep and the world hasn’t yet decided whether it’s going to be kind. It breathes beside you like an unwanted companion. It doesn’t rush. It waits.

He even convinced the system to play the role of a fictitious first love to deepen the wound. To provoke me even more, the system chose an appearance similar to my eyes. The effect was significant. In the days that followed, it seemed like I was the only one suffering. But in reality, we were torturing each other. Still, there was something strange about me. My love was deep, but my hatred was shallow. So Freddie had no choice but to get rid of the camellia tree we had planted together, the symbol of our bond. When the petals fell, my Heartbreak Level soared to almost 90.

The door shut behind him, leaving silence so heavy I could hear my own breathing. I stood there for a long time, staring at the empty space he’d left, the sheets still wrinkled from someone else’s body. The hot tears then came, sliding down my cheeks until they dripped onto my trembling hands. I wanted to scream and smash every lamp, every glass, until there was nothing left but shards, until the room outside matched the wreckage inside me. But instead, my knees gave out. I sank to the floor, curling over as I pressed my hand against my belly.