Letter From A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

muttered Andien. Andien continued to open the photo album, and all of them had pictures of the teenager, until Andien found a letter at the back of the album. "Kenan? Why is there a letter with Kenan's name in this secret box?" muttered Andien in surprise. Curiosity and inquisitiveness made Andien rush to read the letter written by Kenan, and the contents of the letter made Andien hold her breath. Kenan wrote all his anger and hatred towards Andien for not being able to stop Wisnu from taking over Kenan's parents' company.

Their hearts that pumped the insane devotion through their veins. I didn't notice the hours go by. I was lost in turning the vivid pictures in my head into a story. By the time I made it back to my small apartment, I had more than six-thousand words divided into four segments, a resignation letter, and a broken heart. I fell into bed knowing my dreams of a career in journalism would end the following day. That I could live with. Living without Joel was another story.

Their hearts that pumped the insane devotion through their veins. I didn’t notice the hours go by. I was lost in turning the vivid pictures in my head into a story. By the time I made it back to my small apartment, I had more than six-thousand words divided into four segments, a resignation letter, and a broken heart. I fell into bed knowing my dreams of a career in journalism would end the following day. That I could live with. Living without Joel was another story.

Page, wanting to know it's content went to sit beside him. ‘My dearest friend,’ the letter began. ‘My heart and soul are broken and I am short of words. Everything I did and uttered, I did out of stupidity and shortsightedness. Find it in your heart to forgive me for all I did to you best friend. Wishing so much that I could be whipped for all I did is not enough. I am going somewhere far away to punish myself in loneliness and set my head straight. I hope that when I return to America, you would come to see me. Your forgiveness I plead for lastly, again.’

“It was said to hold the power to change our fate, but only if mended by true love.” I eyed the pendant, realization dawning on me. “You mean...” He nodded. “The day it broke was the day I handed you the divorce papers. I believed it was a sign, confirming my decision to let you go was right.” “But why did it break?” I pressed, the urgency evident in my voice. His gaze met mine, filled with anguish. “It broke when I lied to you about my reasons for wanting the divorce.” I staggered back, the weight of his words sinking in. "You lied? But why?"

The letter had cracked open the fortress I had built around my heart, and now I was left standing in the rubble, unsure of what to do next. I knew I couldn’t make any decisions right now. I needed to clear my head, to find some distance from the storm of emotions raging inside me. I needed to talk to someone—someone who wasn’t Ethan, someone who knew me well enough to help me make sense of it all. The thought filled me with dread, but I knew I couldn’t keep this from Lily. I had to be honest with her, to share what I had learned. If we were going to find a way forward, we needed to do it together.

he uttered in an extremely gentle voice, just like he would when we first got together. Sorrow filled my heart. I was feeling sorrowful over the humiliation I endured in the private room that day. I was sorrowful over the times I was disrespected, and over how I wasn't able to win him over even after loving him for nine years. I was sorrowful over the fact that I heard him threaten to send a video of me to my newlywed husband. Yet, I felt far less of a burden than when my sincere feelings were completely neglected. The heavens might not put the person who failed to appreciate someone else's sincerity through physical punishment, but they would make him lose his partner forever.

He tilted his face up, revealing a scar that ran from his forehead to his brow. "Remember this scar? You got it the third time we divorced. You smashed a vase… but I never blamed you…" "That's because you deserved it," I finally said. "That day, I opened the door and saw Larissa wearing my wedding dress in our bedroom." I broke free from his grasp and, before leaving, glanced back at him one last time. "Love isn't an apology after you hurt someone. I'm not a toy you use and put away. You never understood what love is. Experiencing real love has shown me that what we had wasn’t it."

Do you know who had the motive to make you look bad? Victor. Or Mateo? The answer hits before I can say it out loud. “Thanks, Eli,” I say. “I’m really grateful. Be careful getting home.” I stand up and take my leave to go to my apartment. ~~~ I go home, lock the door, and sit on the edge of the bed, feeling devastated. The city sounds outside are muffled but distant. I feel cold… with goosebumps on my skin. At 7:10 AM my phone buzzes. It's an unknown number again. Just aware that it's Remy’s.

Alyssa pov. Within a week, the letter has gone viral. It already gained national recognition as one of the best literary piece written by a teenager. People wanted to interview Micah but he turned them all down, don't even get me started about the girls in school. They all realized that Micah is cute all of a sudden. I don't know what is it about guys that seem broken that attracts girls who wants to try to fix them. In Micah letter, he keeps on saying that it is fiction but no one wants to believe that, me included. I know for a fact that it is not fiction since I have seen the way Micah has been acting because of that annoying little turd of a girl. She broke his heart and didn't even giv