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I was surprised that his handwriting didn’t upgrade as the centuries went on. One of his poems caught my eye. It was titled: Nothing Left I’ve grown a fear of intimacy. allowing you to get so close that your fires burn the very flesh that bound me together. Breaking down the walls I’ve built to protect my core. My heart resides in the shambles of the broken pieces left behind. Parts of me left a shadow of what once was whole. Bits and pieces fell in the path behind me. Being stolen by ignoble beholders. Until there’s nothing left.

It was poison to her spirit, killing off other emotions until it was all that remained. Her heart has been broken by the one person she thought could never break it. How could love be this wicked? Why does it hurt so much? How could love that was so sweet and tender, all of a sudden turn sour? It feels as though she fell into a cactus and her heart has been punctured a million over by tiny pins. It strung at first, but now it left her numb; not even slightly painful, just numb.

" My head buzzed. All the blood in my body seemed to turn cold. How could he say something like that? When Fleur ruined my third job, I was already pushed to the breaking point. That was when I lost my first child. I didn't dare close my eyes at night. The moment I did, all I saw was blood soaking my skirt, and the child I had longed for—burning in my mind until I spoke nonsense. Shane was furious and blocked Fleur. But less than a week later, while I was still bleeding, he softened again because Fleur went on a hunger strike.

Raisa went into the house, picking up some old poetry books that she had composed herself. Raisa slowly opened it, reading one by one and there was even a poem specifically for Nazril. Raisa clearly still remembers it. Instantly she smiled softly, shyly reopening a new sheet, crossing out the papers with a poem with the theme of her complaints to the world's life that seemed unfair. "In the silent alleys of the heart, Trapped is a deep pain. A love once so pure and beautiful, Now torn apart by hidden lies. Lips that once whispered eternal promises, Now break the shackles of trust. Your heart is broken by betrayal, A wound not easily healed.

I pointed at the most expensive menu option and told the hotel manager, "We'll take this one." Since Sophia insisted on paying initially, this would be my last gift to her. As I left, I glanced at the matching bracelet on my wrist. The irony struck me hard, and I tossed it into a nearby trash can. I had believed I could handle this calmly and control my emotions. But when I saw Sophia with another man in the car I'd bought her, right there in the garage of our new home, I completely lost it. I gripped my phone so tightly that it felt as if it would break, eyes bloodshot. Through the car window, I clearly saw them passionately tangled together on the custom leather seats I had specially order

“Tonight, you let yourself break. Tomorrow, we face your mother’s funeral together. The day after that… we’ll figure it out.” My hands found their way to his chest, feeling his heartbeat strong and steady under my palms. “What if I’m too broken?” “Impossible.” His lips brushed my temple, so gentle it made my heart ache. “You’re the strongest person I know.” The dam broke. All the grief, fear, and exhaustion of the past days crashed over me at once. I crumpled against him, and his arms wrapped around me, holding me together as I fell apart. “I keep seeing it,” I whispered against his chest. “The way James looked at you when he pulled that trigger. His own brother. How can someone hate that mu

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.

Instead, he said silently in his heart, "Goodbye, Rosalie." Much later, the glass box that held the preserved camellia was etched with a message. "In the grid of time, spring and autumn always pass each other by. One person's silence is sorrow, while two people's silence is farewell. A tsunami raged in both our hearts, but we couldn't bear to let the other know. Just like the camellia in late March, quietly falling when the wind sings its final verse."

The bookshelf which was once filled with her favorite books was now nearly empty with one or two books lying here and there, rest of the books were either torn in half and were lying on the floor or they were burned and were now nothing but ashes. The photo frame holding a picture of him and Liza gazing at each other was now broken and shards of glass were strewn across the floor and the picture itself was now ripped just like his heart. He wondered where the love which was filled in the eyes of the man and woman gazing at each other in the picture had faded away leaving nothing but a blank look. The pain of betrayal had crushed his soul; it had cut him deeper than any knife could. Along wit

There was a way, I just needed to find it and Jasper could help me, I could feel it. I picked out a book that was filled with poems and sat back down on the chair. I started reading each page, the words were beautiful. ’As the rain pours down I feel your love. As the wind blows I hear your voice. As the birds sing I can see your eyes. For your memory is something that never died’ ’A rose with thorns is my tale of love. The beauty as majestic as the petals, the feeling as lovely as the color, the heartbreak as painful as the stabs’