Heartbroken Pfp Novels & Stories

she concluded and broke down weeping softly. "Jesus!" Peter exclaimed, shocked to the bones. "How can one do that to someone he has loved for five years? It beats my imagination" he added, waving his head in pity and unbelief. Crying softly she added "No signs, no breakup text, no explanation, no reason, nothing at all, just for me to see that picture. Something broke on the inside of me that very moment. It felt like the devil grab hold of my heart and squeezed the life out of it. My life and future fell right in front of me. No words can explain how I feel right now. I just know this heartbreak cuts right through the bones. It does". She said tears running down her cheeks to the floor.

Their faces were a mixture of shock and surprise, never expecting to look up to find me watching them f**k. As I stood there, my eyes locked on their form, horror coursed through my veins. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the sight of Devin's naked body intertwined with that of the other woman. It was an image that seared into my mind, etching pain and betrayal deep into my heart. My heart felt like it was being ripped apart, each beat causing excruciating pain. A loud sob escaped my lips, the sound a raw manifestation of the fire burning in my chest, reducing me to ashes. Was this what heartbreak felt like? I never imagined it could be so agonizing.

It has been a week since Luna break up with Adrian, Kara could see the pain etched across her sister Luna's face, a reflection of the shattered heart within. Luna, usually radiant and confident, had become a mere shadow of herself. Her usually impeccably groomed appearance had grown disheveled, her once vibrant eyes now dull and haunted.

to wither away. Maybe that was the motivation India needed to kill him. It was valid enough. Being heartbroken. I couldn't say that I've never been heartbroken in my entire life but my heart wasn't shattered by a romantic lover. More along the lines of family members and close friends. It hurts. It used to hurt so bad.

He kissed the back of her neck, slow, soft, and she felt him still inside her and she felt the aftershocks of him and the warmth and she didn't want him to move. When he finally pulled out he turned her over gently and he gathered her against him on the hood of the car and the rain kept going on the roof and he held her, and she rested her cheek against his chest, and she could hear his heartbeat, fast, slowing. She dropped her gaze at his side where his shirt had ridden up. There was a scar she hadn't seen before, a long puckered line of healed burn along his ribcage, old, the skin shiny and pink.

"Thank you..." When heart is broken it fallen into pieces. You feel so cold, so hopeless, and so down. You felt like you lost your happiness. It's like a fire that will burn you into ashes. The only thing you can see is darkness and emptiness. But when the pieces put back together, it forms a strong bond. It lightens up the whole world around you, and each other will feel a different kind of joy. A different kind of fire that will warm your cold and empty heart. And one kissed of love, the heart becomes whole. "You fix me my love." I whispered. He smiled and kissed me again. The End.

All in all, I look like a pathetic loser who didn’t handle break up well. Releasing a heavy sigh, I splash water on my face hoping it will make me look less like I feel but it doesn’t. I stare at myself in the mirror, taking in the bags under my eyes and the deep creases on my forehead. I've been really stressed lately, and it seems like nothing is working out. Life is just bullshit, days after days of nothing but unfulfilling promises and desires. It hurts me so much that nothing is working out in my life. The one person I love the most left me and I don’t have anything left.

I wipe my tears and bite my lip harder to stop me from crying. And then I did something I shouldn't do. I pick up my phone and log into my I*******m account. Ever since the heartbreak, I didn't bother to unfollow Caleb and he unfollowed me the minute he told me I can't be a wife. I don't know why I still followed him, maybe I am trying to prove a point I was more mature in our relationship. I click on Caleb's handle and his profile comes to view. I click on his recent picture with Regina. They were on a boat cruise in Miami, kissing, and the picture was uploaded two hours ago with a caption that reads ' most beautiful woman in my world, I love you so much.'

Another painting had a war scene with blood all around. Shama moved towards another group of painting. A girl was standing alone in a storm without any emotion on her face. A strong vibe came from that girl but still she was weak. Another painting had a girl wiping off her tears and was glaring. Her hands were bleeding as she clenched a mirror and she walked on Shattered pieces of mirror. A broken heart was there in the background. Another painting had a cheerful girl with a butterfly in her hand. Her eyes were filled with hope.

I called him, and he didn't answer. So it's fine since he wanted to play like this... I ran to the common bathroom nearby in search of privacy. I slapped my own face hard to leave it marked enough. Not only that, but I messed up my hair and smeared my makeup, smudging the mascara around my eyes, and tried my hardest until I cried out of my eyes. That was perfect. I took a photo with that finished appearance, and so I typed in the caption “I never thought that the person who promised to love me so much until the end would be the reason for my worst disappointment... *broken heart emoji* #boysaintshit”.