Here I Sit All Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

My hands fly across the canvas. A woman begins to take shape—sitting on a sidewalk, her feet dangling off the curb, a streetlight shining above her. She hugs herself, face hidden in shadow. All except the tears. They pour down her cheeks and form a river on the pavement—carrying broken dreams downstream. A shattered heart. A wilted bouquet. A tarnished ring. By the time I stop, the sky outside is beginning to lighten. “Fuck, I’m stiff.” I stretch and roll my shoulders. My headphones are still in, muffling the sound of my own voice.

His name still engraved on the wood trim of our bed. I dropped to my knees and put a hand over my chest. It hurt. It hurt so much I couldn't catch my breath. He cursed. He cursed. And now he was gone. Not dead. Not kidnapped. Just… gone. With some other woman. I curled my body around me on the ground and let the tears flow, silently and endlessly. And in that moment, I knew— He had broken my heart. But I would not let him break me.

For the future I had worked tirelessly to build—I had to break up with him. And yet, I couldn't bring myself to dial. The thought of breaking his heart, of shattering our world with a few faltering words, was more than I could bear. Tears streamed freely down my cheeks as despair engulfed me, pulling me under its dark waves. I crawled onto the bed, hugging my pillow tightly, burying my face into its softness as if it could absorb the pain that consumed me. My cries were muffled but no less heart-wrenching as they filled the quiet of my room. The threatening note lay forgotten on the floor, a silent witness to the agony of a heart being torn apart by forces greater than itself.

Call me if anything changes. I get up and walk out of the room, feeling my heart breaking. I get up and walk out of the room, feeling my heart breaking. Please songbird, survive this.

"Cassidy, when we made this mug, you said after we got married, we'd make a smaller one for our child. Do you still remember?" "I remember." "Then would you give me one more shot? I can wait for you to break up with him." As he said those words, his voice started to falter with emotion. I gazed at him silently, then slowly walked up to him and took the mug from his hands. Under his incredulous stare, I smashed it into bits. "There. Now that the mug is broken and the baby is gone, it's time you stopped fooling yourself." With that, I walked forward, stepping on shards in the process.

Not like this. But to look at her now, unconscious, fragile, hardly breathing, something in me broke. I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her against me. She was so light. Too light. I swallowed. Damn it, Adeline. I had closed her out to break her. But maybe… just maybe… I'm the one who's broken instead. I tightened my arms around Adeline's limp body, my heart racing in my chest. "Stop teasing me," I muttered, rocking her gently. "Just wake up."

A reminder that nothing will ever be the same. I try to stand, but my legs shake so badly I fall back down. Tears pour down my cheeks, hot and angry and full of everything I can't say out loud. I hate feeling this broken. I hate that they did this to me. I hate that I'm sitting on a sidewalk like a lost child, too weak to even walk home.

"Do you need something?" His eyes filled with obvious sorrow, his voice trembling slightly. "Could we... maybe talk for a bit? I know I made a lot of mistakes in the past. But I'd like to talk with you, even if it's just this one last time." Seeing his defeated appearance, I felt no stir of emotion inside. The memories that had once kept me awake at night, that had once broken my heart, now felt distant and unfamiliar. After a brief hesitation, I gave a small nod and led him toward a secluded corner.

The days she…. “Dude, dude,” Brian’s voice drags him back to reality. “Dude, you are drifting off again!” He rubs his face with his palm and sighs dejectedly. “Sorry, man,” he apologizes. “Malcolm, I know you don’t like hearing this but I’m your best friend and I have to tell you the truth. Dude, you’ve got to move on. Yvette is gone and she is never coming back.” “I’ve moved on,” Malcolm says to him.

"I don't want you here if you're only halfway here. I don't want you here because I'm hurting right now and you want to hold me together for a bit longer. Don't you see, that hurts me more because tomorrow you'll be gone again." "Who said I will be?" I retorted, voice firm and trying to remain strong because I didn't want to break down right now. I was close to choking on a sob because Noah's words felt like they were piercing through me. "I won't ever be gone or not here for you, Noah."