Here I Sit All Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

“Her name’s Cathy and she broke my heart.” And it hurts. It hurts everywhere.

"I wish I were a little girl again, because skinned knees are easier to fix than broken heart." -Julia Roberts Faith POV I woke up feeling like shit. My body was sore. My face felt dry and my eyes was all crusty. I rubbed my eyes to adjust my vision.

He was drunk and mad at me but he needed someone here right now. "No you don't," Noah smiled a sad smile, his eyes narrowing on me. "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."

At the end of the day, they all leave you with a broken heart, and I cannot break more than I already am. God, this guy is bad news, Sarah, I thought, closing my eyes and cleaning my tears.

No words, just an unspoken truth, that we are broken. “We are one, Ira,” I whispered while tears were raining in my eyes. Ira understood and nodded. I closed my teary eyes and took over. A hiss escaped my lips as another wave of pain erupted. “Ah,” clutching my chest, I fell to the ground on my fours. Taking a deep breath, I sat on the ground and looked at my reflection in the water. Reflection of a broken girl who has nothing to hold onto. My eyes were red and fluffy, my hair disheveled, dress torn. Truly an epitome of a broken girl.

Quincy "oh I fucking hate my life, not fair this world isn't fair" I cursed as I weeped the more I was now sitting beside my dressing table mom isnt home so am home alone "I can't believe I'm falling for him, geez I have a terrible heart fuck you joel" I cursed as I drank from the bottle of whiskey "you're gonna pay for this" I yelled and smashed the bottle on the floor and it broke into pieces while I sobbed again till I drifted off to sleep. .

The pain in my voice echoed through the night, a haunting reminder of my shattered dreams and broken heart. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—our bond was irreparably broken, and no amount of wishing or hoping could change that. As I howled in pain, another howl joined mine, sounding as painful and heartbreaking as my own. Maybe someone else out there was feeling the same heartache as me—a connection in our shared suffering.

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

🥀 CLARA'S POV 🥀 My heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces, each one piercing my soul like a shard of glass. The pain was overwhelming, a crushing weight that threatened to consume me. I felt empty, and hollow, like a part of me had been ripped away. Every breath I took felt like a struggle, every beat of my heart a reminder that the person I love would never love me back. My heart was broken, extremely broken, and I didn't know how to put it back together again. All I could do was hold on to the fragments, and hope that someday, somehow, I would find a way to heal.

Alone. Just like me. Everything still broken.