Romans & histoires How Can Angel Break My Heart

ANGEL'S POV Angel put into her mouth the drug that was given to her by the man she had met for less than a second; in other words, the young man was still a stranger to her. But she couldn't resist his teasing and drugs. Angel didn't think anymore because, in these situations, now that she's drowning in sadness, the only thing on his mind is, How can she escape from this sadness? But no one can ever escape sadness because, with every step we take, we cannot avoid carrying this sadness.Angel swallowed it because she didn't understand when she looked into Daem's eyes.

Darcy’s voice sounded amused and I held my breath as I waited for Angel's reply. It came in the form of a soft laugh as he said, “He’s no one important.” My ears rang and my chest… Fuck. I had never, ever in my entire goddamn life had my heart broken. I had broken bones, bled in alleyways and even cracked my skull one time. But this? This was different. It was a slow and cruel burn in my chest that made it hard for me to breathe. I didn’t wait to hear the rest. I didn’t want explanations or Darcy’s follow-up jabs. I couldn’t handle hearing Angel’s voice again.

With frustration consuming me, I unleashed my anger on the nearest object, pounding my fist against the side of my car. Gabriel’s voice broke through my turmoil, offering some peace. “Let’s leave this place for a while so you can cool off.” As Gabriel bid farewell to Aoife and Brandon, he approached the woman he affectionately called Angel, whispering something into her ear. “I’m sorry, baby. I know I should be by your side, but...” She tenderly touched his face, pressing a loving kiss to his lips. “That’s why I love you. Go and mend his broken heart,” she murmured, her understanding and compassion shining through her words.

I sighed, setting my fork down and finally meeting her intense stare. "Why are you doing this, Angel?" I asked, my voice softer now. She took a slow sip of water before answering. "A lot of reasons," she said, tilting her head slightly. "Emma has been a pain in my ass for so long, and I believe this is the best time to break her wings." I frowned. "What exactly is the problem?" "The problem," Angel said, her voice still calm, "is that she always wins. And I hate it." She gave me a small, knowing smile. "And mind you, I'm not jealous."

Anger was clearly written all over her face. "I still don't understand why you are so pissed." He expected her to be angry, but not this angry. "How about the fact that you tried to sell me?" "You are exaggerating. I only made an agreement on your part." "Yeah, an agreement you had no right to make." "Okay, I get that you are angry that I did not discuss it with you first, I should not have broken the news to you like that." He said, trying to calm her down. "Is that your way of saying sorry? Cos it sucks, it really does."

My thoughts drifted toward yesterday. After Angel and I had both confessed our feelings, neither of us mentioned it again during breakfast. Ridiculous, I know. We'd basically said I love you and then discussed pancakes. Later, after another heated rendezvous, I told him everything that happened with Emilio. Angel hadn't said much but I felt it. Fury. Especially when I explained that I wouldn't be returning home. I'd stay in a hotel until I found somewhere permanent. “I refuse to sleep in a house he allowed his mistress to defile.”

How could anyone compete with that? "But it's been days since you got here," I said. "And I haven't seen you two speak to each other. Not once. And you say he's your boyfriend?" Angel put her phone down again. Her face was different now. Softer. Sadder. "He broke up with me recently. But I understand why he did it." She looked down at her hands. "His mother was sick. He needed space. And after she died, I thought he would heal. I thought he would come back to me. I thought we could continue where we left off."

Maybe it’s the drink or the fragility in the face of this terrible situation, but I want to stay in his arms — so I squeeze him tighter, brushing my body against his. … It reminds me of feelings that I buried a long ago. “Come on, Angel. We can watch those cheesy movies you like.” He slides his hand through my hair again, pulling it away from my bare shoulders. “It’s better than booze for healing a broken heart-” “I’m not heartbroken, Julian... I’m furious!” I quickly pull away, tightly clutching my hands to his shirt. “He was screwing my best friend but never had sex with me!” “Angelee…” He’s speechless, looking around, noticing that my tone draws attention.

Those seats had become their bed of betrayal. The dull ache in my chest exploded into a thousand sharp blades, twisting inside me and nearly choking me with pain. Five years of genuine devotion, yet I still couldn't understand how Sophia could cruelly stomp on it like this. I opened the dashcam app on my phone, and the video showed Sophia cuddled in the arms of that man, whispering, "I've been thinking about doing this with you in this car ever since he gave it to me." The man chuckled softly, kissing her lips. "Then let me fulfill your wish today."

I ran out heading to the exits they’d likely take but before getting to the white van Simon sped off fast. “Angel!” I screamed and saw her whip her neck watching me through the side mirror of the car but turned around to the car windscreen and never turned around again no matter how many times and harder I screamed out to her. The farther the car advanced the gravity of my actions weighed heavily on me. I broke her heart and nothing I’ll say justifies my actions. *******