Here I Sit All Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

And now he's gone, leaving me alone and broken. I sink to the ground, unable to stand. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision. I clutch my chest, trying to ease the ache. But it's useless. Nothing can fill the void he has left in me. Nothing can make me whole again. I'm shattered, like a glass vase that has fallen from a great height. I can't be fixed, I can't be saved. I'm doomed to live in this misery, this emptiness, this darkness.

He did all that for a bet. I felt something drop in the pit of my stomach. I could feel myself breaking. His words still cutting deep into my heart. Trying to cut my heart out. His words were still ringing in my ears. Besides that, I could also listen to my last piece of the heart being shattered. My trust came after that. I felt suffocated sitting in here. I needed some fresh air. "Say something," Damien said cutting the silence. I looked down not able to look up. I cannot. Not anymore.

Even though every nerve in my body is screaming. Even though my heart is breaking all over again. Because right now, in this moment, I don’t know how to be anywhere else but here. Would you like me to continue this scene (inside the house) with them finally talking? (I can make it even more angsty and loaded.)

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.

’ I pant at the pain going through our body from the broken bond. As I sit down, tears streaming down my face, I can't help but feel defeated. The pain and thirst are overwhelming, and I can't seem to shake the feeling that I've never been good enough for anyone. It's a feeling that's haunted me my whole life, and now, in this moment, it's all I can think about.

~Nikki~ Time passes, but I don’t move; I can’t move. I’m stuck in this spot, stuck in my heartbreak. I can’t believe this is happening to me. Get up. I can’t deal with Aluma right now. I put a block up, but it wasn’t a strong one. My emotional upheaval is too much. Get up! Nnnnnoootttt….not nnnnoowww, Aluma. Not nowwww. Not now and not later. I don’t know when I’m going to break out of this funk; I don’t know how.

But nothing has been more foolish than the decision I made to take the tea at once. Who was in fooling… myself? The liquid burns my throat when I sip. Mateo’s eyes shamelessly tracks the movement of my throat. He watches the motion of swallowing. Then chuckles. Few minutes later the meeting ended. I collect my tablet. My hands move with precision but my chest is tight. Anger sits beneath my ribs like a stone. I walk to my desk. I set the tablet down harder than necessary. I need to avoid the impulse to drive my fist through transparent walls.

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.

When the petals fell, my Heartbreak Level soared to almost 90. I moved out early the next morning. Freddie stood by the window, watching my slender figure fade into the distance. His heart twisted in agony. The last 10% of the Heartbreak Level naturally came from the words he had spoken the day before his wedding. The moment I closed my eyes, my Heartbreak Level finally hit 100%. The system said he should go and say goodbye. But knowing the memories would remain, Freddie chose not to. Instead, he said silently in his heart, "Goodbye, Rosalie."

I sink into my chair, heart pounding, mind racing. My mate is out there. She’s hurting. She’s alone. And I will find her. Even if it takes everything I have.