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"Who's got the black heart?" "I do" a light voice perked up then stood up. "Come on. Let's get this over with." Everybody looked at the figure that stood up. Of course, it just had to be her. Mrs. Heartbreak herself, Deborah Taylor. If heartbreak hotel had a receptionist, it'd be Vanessa. If there was someone rich, beautiful and invested enough to buy the hotel then turn it into her own personal workspace, that'd be Deborah. She was part of the clique of all those posh Grade 12 students that felt like they'd already become independent, and could care less about what anybody said or cared (That’s what everyone thought). Her 5'9 figure was a normal height in these parts but she’d carry herself

Composed. A burn started in my chest. One that ached and consumed. It was full of bitterness and anger. I suddenly knew why I hated it. My decision--my choice--had caused this. Such a familiar feeling. Weakness. I was once again a weakness. The burn in my chest calmed. But—oh, did it simmer. I wasn’t the same girl who jumped. But maybe I was still the one who broke him. And I didn’t know how to fix either of us.

Ben hissed, looking around the diner. “What? It’s true!” she said, sniffling. “The forbidden teacher affair! The blackmail! The fake-dating lessons that turn real! The possessive jersey! The tragic misunderstanding and breakup! It’s got everything!” She fanned herself with a napkin. “I’m emotionally compromised.” I couldn’t help it. I laughed. A real, genuine laugh. Seeing my trauma through Maya’s dramatic lens somehow made it feel smaller. Less like a world-ending catastrophe and more like a really intense, poorly plotted chapter in my life.

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 know I’ve made mistakes, Sophia. I know I let you down when you needed me most. But I’m not that same man anymore. I’m trying to make things right." Sophia felt her resolve waver. She could hear the sincerity in his voice, see the pain in his eyes. But the scars of the past were still fresh, and she wasn’t sure if she could let herself be vulnerable again—especially with him. "I don’t know if it’s enough," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "What if we’re just setting ourselves up for more pain?"

Laura grumbled, still traumatized and hurt by her ex-boyfriend's betrayal. "Yes, yes... at least you guys can be friends," Nina said seriously, realizing that her friend was still feeling traumatized and hurt. "Heartbreak is possible, but don't close yourself off from the world, and you're free to be friends with anyone." Laura was silent, but she nodded slowly in agreement with Nina's words.

Pakhi screamed from the balcony Uff this girl will make me embarrassed in front of him. " don't mind her she is like this, "I said " oh don't worry about it, I didn't mind, "he said and start the car. ******************************* Some time some memories leave a smile on our face but sometimes it leave tears in our eyes. Love is like this it can make you or break you.

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"Yes. I'm sorry Robyn." "Why are you apologizing to me? I don't care what you do anymore." "Robyn....." "One more thing," She said looking directly at her, "Did you break up with Blurr-face?" Ella sighed, "Robbie, he loves me." "And I love you too, but do you see me hurting you or manipulating you?" "He does not manipulate me. And it's not the same." "Do you have some kind of obsession for being victimized? Do you have some kind of aversion to your own happiness?" Robyn asked crossing her arms over her chest.

This is the end of what never even begun. I'm broken hearted.