It's Tearing Me Apart Novels & Stories

The way Kieran had turned his back on him like he was nothing. The way he'd offered me his arm like I was the only person in the world. The way his hand felt on my thigh. The way his cum was still drying on my lips. It was too much. It was all too much and I'd been holding it together with wire and tape and sheer stubbornness for three years and the wire just snapped. The first tear came out hot. Then another. And another. And another. And then I was crying. I was crying for me.

Tears started falling again. I'm a mess and I don't even know how I made it this far. How much longer until I screwup. It's always the same pattern. Working myself to the limit, taking in everything believing that I can handle it, and then bang. Just a little tinny spark to trigger me and everything goes flying into pieces. Eliane has never seen me shattered before and I wish she never does.

Real tears wet my torn shirt. "It’s over," I rasp, the words scraping my raw throat. "For now." The battlefield is silent. Scarred. But the bleeding has stopped. The only sounds are the Child’s shaky breaths and the frantic, human drumming of my own heart, beating against the vast, aching silence left behind. The storm is broken. The love… it held. But the vessel… the vessel feels cracked.

The man I had spent years dreaming about. The man I was supposed to spend forever with. The man I thought was my mate. He simply stared at me before pulling the lady back unto his lap. And in that moment, something inside me shattered. Not cracked. Not broke. Shattered. Completely. A tear rolled down my cheek. Then another. And another. My chest hurt so badly I thought I might collapse right there. I took a step back. Then another. My legs felt weak. My hands trembled uncontrollably.

And then—like a dam bursting inside me—I crumbled. The tears came fast, sharp, and endless. Everything I’d been holding in for days, weeks, maybe longer… it spilled out in front of him. I didn’t sob quietly like girls in movies. I fell apart—ugly, messy, with heaving breaths and sounds I couldn’t control. My tears soaked into his shirt. I hated myself for it. He didn’t say much. Just a low, steady murmur. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” Except I wasn’t.

~Moon Goddess~ I can’t believe this is happening. I didn’t think things would go this far. I’ve had a meltdown of sorts. I’ve thrown books and scrolls around my room. I’ve ripped things off the walls and let them lie in heaps. I’ve split my desk in half and thrown the chair across the room. It is broken and splintered. I’m sitting in the middle of my mess, breathing heavily. My eyes are blurry because of my tears, and my chest hurts. I know my heart has broken many times over, and the pain is starting to get to me. How could this be happening? How did things get this far?

what did I ever do to deserve being treated like this. Right now the tears are pouring out of my eyes that I can't even see right, I thought I had no tears left to cry but it seems there's a surplus supply of them, my heart is broken no that's the wrong word it's shattered. I'm angry because I don't want to cry but they keep coming no matter how much I try to stop it I can't. that annoys me because I can't even control my tears.

It cut, bled her heart. Sarah’s heart sank down to her feet. Her fear finally came true. Her bruised and scared heart finally broke into irreparable pieces. Finally the awaiting moment of the cruel machination of fate has arrived. Her chest swell, her eyes welled. Meeting his gaze, she could simply and softly replied, ''Too late.” Sarah ran outside in the downpour rain, leaving the broken pieces of her heart at his feet, at his mercy. To have the love and trust you'd so recently given torn to pieces was like having a hand grenade explode in your face!

My love life might need a little break, but with everything going on it should be able to make me slightly less cold inside. Another day, and my life has just begun to fall apart.

Tears burned hot tracks down my cheeks before I could stop them. How could they do this to me? All of them. Planning my life like I was some accessory to be handed over. My world wasn't just cracking. It was splintering apart, piece by jagged piece, and I had no idea how to hold it together anymore.