Heartbroken Picture Novels & Stories

Sinuot ko muna ang earpods ko bago nagpasyang pumikit habang hinihintay na mapuno ang bus. Bumuga ako ng hangin nang pumailanlang sa tenga ko ang isa sa mga kanta ni Olivia Rodrigo na nasa playlist ko. Hindi naman ako brokenhearted pero ganito ang mga tugtugan ko. Sadyang gusto ko lang ang mga kanta niya. How can I be heartbroken if I don't even know when I truly did love and when to get hurt from heartaches? I failed to recognize those.

She couldn’t hold it anymore. She cried. She cried as her heart broke into pieces. She never knew that love will be this heart shattering that you are willing to give up everything just to see he's happy—with someone else. ///

Kaagad niyang naitakip sa bibig ang kamay at mahinang napahagulhol ng iyak. Nahirapan siyang huminga kung kaya’t napahawak siya sa kaniyang dibdib habang umiiyak. Tatlong magkasunod-sunod na pictures ang natanggap niya. Mga larawan nina Vladimir at Briggete habang hubo’t-hubad na magkayap sa isang kuwarto. Nanginginig ang kamay niya at napasigaw na lamang dahil sa sobrang sakit na naramdaman. Ngayon pa lang, hindi niya kayang makitang may-ibang kasama si Vladimir. Hindi niya kaya.

Sabi ko ngunit tawa lang ang naririnig ko sa kabilang linya. “See it with your own eyes.” sabi niya bago pinatay ang tawag. Maya-maya ay nakatanggap ako ng messages. A pictures that broke my heart into pieces. A pictures that broke my trust for him. Muling umagos ang masaganang luha sa aking mga mata at tila hindi ko na kaya ang sakit pa. Nanlambot ako at parang tinutusok ng karayom ang aking puso. Napakasakit.

Pinunit ito nang walang pag-aalinlangan. Dahan-dahang bumagsak ang mga piraso ng larawan mula sa ibabaw ng ulo ni Isabella, hanggang sa tuluyang lumapag sa sahig—parang mismong puso niya, durog at wasak. Hindi na ito mabubuo muli. Maging ang larawan ni Adam o ang puso niyang nagmahal—hindi na kailanman muling mabubuo.

I said as I kissed and hugged his picture. Matalim na tingin ang ipinukol ko sa isang litrato ni Karmine. Slowly, I crumpled and tear it into tiny little pieces. I smirked evilly. Just like this picture I will crumple and break you into pieces, bitch.

saad ko. "Nasasabi mo lang 'yan kasi hindi mo pa nakita ang nakatadhana sayo." "May alam ka pala sa ganyan? Siguro epekto 'yan ng pagiging broken hearted kaya ka ganyan, masyadong korni." anas ko. "Kapag ikaw na in love tatawanan talaga kitang gago ka." "Tumawa ka lang libre lang naman eh, atlis napasaya kita. Alam ko naman na nag iiyak ka kasi mahal mo pa din si Kia kaso iniwan ka." pang aasar ko.

It was her picture, but then I noticed who reacted and liked the photo. ‘It was Piere…’ Akala ko ba hindi niya gawain ‘to? Matagal akong napatitig sa litratong iyon. ‘What makes him like her photo?’ I bit my lip as I felt a surge of sadness in my heart. It felt like my heart was teared into pieces. It shattered like a damn fragile glass. ‘Does he find her attractive? Does he find Kristine beautiful on her photos?’ Damn it. Naibaba ko na lang ang iPad.

Tears suddenly welled-up at the corner of Brielle’s eyes. Hindi niya mapigilan ang sarili na huwag umiyak. He picked his phone again and opened the gallery. He seriously stares at the stolen shot of Ivana taken from the day of their honeymoon. Tila mabilis na daloy ng tubig na bumabalik sa isipan niya ang mga araw na magkasama sila sa Golden Phoenix Villa. He gradually closed his eyes, imagining the image of his wife. Her pure and innocent smile triggered sadness in Brielle’s heart. The pain was unbearable and causing another depression for him.

"You know I could get used to this feeling, Karina. I could get used to everything about you again. It was heartbreaking for me when you left so I could not afford for another one. That might not be so masculine to say but it's the truth there. You might become my habit again and I will not dare break another one again. It's leaving me useless." Nag-uulap na ang mga mata ko kaya hindi na ako sumagot. I let the silence fill the void because what else can I say? That if he was heartbroken then what about me? Was I shattered? Or was I just simply dead inside? I can't feel for years for trying to find the will to forgive. I can't smile genuinely because there's nothing real to me. I was drained