Letter From A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

My brow creased and open and my eyes widen when I saw that it was a letter and once again my heart broke after reading the first line. “Hi, Ana or should I call you love? I’m writing this while watching you sleep. I have always like doing that, it’s like a fresh air after on a sunny day and a water after a day in the desert. You never failed to amaze me. Everything you do is fascinating and I will admit that my heart broke when I found out about the lie… and it will take a while for me to regain my trust back but after the day I had with you. I now want to have a day like this for the rest of my life. It’s sounds cringe but I meant every word I wrote. Give me time, and I promise you that we

"It's not my fault you are miserable… Okay, it kinda is but it's not my fault you chose to kiss him over running around naked—" "On a football field! Neo!" I shouted. "And this is no longer about the kiss, it's about my heart—" "And so?" Sighing, I massaged my forehead, lifting myself to sit. "Look, there's nothing wrong in getting your heart broken, it's nothing. If you think that you can survive in this world without heartbreak, then you are not human. It's normal for people who have a heart. Just look at me, I've gotten my heart broken twice, and I've broken about thirty-five girls' hearts all my life—"

Chapter Thirty-Five Sofia hadn’t slept. The letter sat unfinished on her bedside table, words half-written but impossible to complete. How did you explain heartbreak so profound it had reshaped who you were? How did you write a letter to a man who had once broken you—yet now made you feel safer than you had in years? She stared at the paper, the words smudged from where she had pressed too hard with the pen. “You left me when I needed you most.”

I’d given my heart to the woman I loved and believed was my soulmate, and now it was shattered by a few cruel words on a page. Pulling myself together, I went to the bookshelf and grabbed a notebook and a pen. I wrote quickly, desperate for her to hear me out. I poured every ounce of my emotion into that letter. Tears fell onto the paper as I wrote, causing the ink to smudge. I had no idea if she would ever come back to find it.

🥀 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.

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."

But at the bottom of one box, I found something that made my heart stop. An envelope with my name written in my grandmother's familiar handwriting. The paper was yellow with age, and the seal was broken like someone had read it recently. "What is that?" Alejandro asked, noticing that I had gone very still. "I don't know." My hands shook as I opened the envelope. Inside was a letter dated fifteen years ago—shortly before my grandmother died. My dearest Emily, If you're reading this, it means you've faced something that broke you down to your foundation. Good. Sometimes we need to fall apart before we can rebuild stronger.

"Good. Sleep, Roman." The line goes dead. I reach into the small side drawer and pull out the envelope. It’s the letter I wrote months ago, back when the world was grey and I thought I’d lost her forever. I pull out the pages. My handwriting is a mess of jagged lines and raw, unfiltered desperation. I read it slowly. It still says exactly what I meant. Every apology, every confession of how much I ruined us.it’s all still true.

~So, please don't break my heart Don't tear me apart I know how it starts Trust me, I've been broken before Don't break me again I am delicate Please, don't break my heart Trust me, I've been broken before~ -What if Uno once day, decided to break my heart? Would it hurt as much as what Rico made me feel? ~I've been broken, yeah I know how it feels To be open And then find out your love isn't real I'm still hurting, yeah I'm hurting inside I'm so scared to fall in love, but if it's you, then I'll try~

Then he cupped his hands over her cheek. "I trust you with my heart Tan," she finally spoke, "it has always been yours and no one can take your place in my heart." "My heart beats for you. You are my first and only priority Gabby and I don't want to spend another day, not a single moment, without you." he whispered. His lips grazed hers and then the tears she had let slip. "I love you. I love you. I love you." she chanted. "Forever?" "Even after forever." Authors Note Thank you all for reading broken hearts. Phiya-