Heartbreak Novels Novels & Stories

I watched as Queenie stared blankly at her bleeding hand. She didn't call a nurse for help. Instead, she kept crying. "Niels, I miss you. I really miss you. I was wrong, so terribly wrong. I lost you for someone like this." I couldn't accept Queenie's apology. Despite everything, and even though I no longer loved her, I didn't want to see her being hit. But now, I was nothing more than a pitiful ghost whom no one could see or hear. I couldn't help her in any way.

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.

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”.

“Do you know what it feels like to grieve someone who hurt you?” Damian met her eyes. “Yes.” The word was simple. Heavy. She searched his face. “Then you know why this feels unbearable.” “Yes.” She pressed the letter to her chest. “I hated him,” she said. “And I loved him. And when he died, I thought the world would finally leave me alone.” Her voice dropped. “But it didn’t. It got louder.” Damian took one step closer but stopped himself. “You survived something brutal,” he said. “And you weren’t allowed to fall apart while it happened.”

I glanced around the familiar room, eyes landing on a carefully decorated box Bertrand had once prepared. Inside were envelopes—his love letters to me—and a custom-made rose crystal necklace. It was a gift to mark our 100th day together. He once said, "Annie, you're a passionate rose. And I want to be the one who holds it close." After that, he wrote me a love letter every so often. But ever since Marina entered the picture, the letters came less and less.

Clara’s POV I used to think heartbreak was dramatic. Something exaggerated for movies and stories. Long stares through rainy windows, hands clutching chests, tears falling at the perfect moment. I used to watch characters pine after people who never looked their way and think, Why don’t they just move on? Now I knew better. Watching the person you loved love someone else wasn’t dramatic at all. It was painful. More than I could explain. It settled deep in your bones and stayed there, making every breath feel like work.

They went to the same restaurant Xavier and I went to on our first date, smiling in a carefree manner as she sat in the place where I used to sit. She wanted every memory I had with Xavier to be filled with her shadow in his heart. I felt like I was now forced to watch a movie that didn't belong to me play out before my eyes. Misty told me to stop watching, but I couldn't stop myself from scrolling further. The pain in my chest eventually grew numb. Eventually, there was nothing left but an unexpected calmness in my heart. As it turned out, even emotions didn't bother showing anymore once someone had reached peak disappointment in someone else.