Letter From A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

My nightmares are a collage of regrets resurfacing to remind me who I am and what I destroyed. Memories laced with guilt and pushed away bubble up to the surface and I can't help but relive them. After I got my heart broken watching Theodore get married, I wrote letters upon letters to him. It went on for months on end; a routine filled with writing, stalking, and feeling more disappointed and angry with each passing day. And then one day I finally received a reply. It was his handwriting. I could even smell a whiff of his cologne on it. My anticipation was at an all time high it made my hands tremble as I opened the letter, eager to hear from him for the first time since he left.

"I was wrong, Gail. I see my heart clearly now. Please, give me one more chance." My voice rose, sharp and unyielding. "In our last life, when you locked me in that suffocating dark room, did you consider giving me a chance? You scarred my face with a branch, leaving me to endure the mockery of my peers. You destroyed my beloved doll, sealing it in plaster. I excused it all, believing your illness justified your cruelty. How many chances did I grant you?" I paused and added, "Your so-called emotional detachment? When it came to wounding someone who loved you, your heart was as cold and precise as a blade. I should have seen through your deception from the start."

I want you right now, lying here with two broken ribs, writing this by hand because my phone won't connect to your new number. If you get this before Saturday, please call me. If you get this after...if this letter finds you too late...I completely understand if you never want to look at me again. But I had to tell you. Seven years of letting you think I just gave up on you is a debt I can't live with anymore. I love you. I haven't stopped for a single day, and I don't think I ever will. Luca I sat on the edge of that tub for a long time, the paper fluttering in my trembling hands. Silent, burning tears spilled over my lashes and tracked hot down my cheeks. Seven years of buried grief ripped

"How dare you walk away? How dare you leave without a word when your silence was louder than anything you could have said? Do you know how cruel that was?" Some were tender. "I still love you, Damien. God help me, I do. Even after everything, I would run to you if you just opened your arms." And some were broken. "I wait for you still. I wait even though I know you will not come." By the time she reached the bottom of the box, Lena’s eyes were wet. She didn’t know when the tears had started, but they streamed silently down her cheeks, hot and heavy. She pressed the last letter against her lips, inhaling the faint smell of old ink and paper.

Yours, always, Damian Isabelle finished reading the letter, her vision blurred by the tears streaming down her face. She sank to the floor, the cold marble a sharp contrast to the burning heat in her chest. The letter was a raw, honest confession of a man who was no longer a CEO but a man who was broken, a man who was vulnerable, a man who was deeply, truly in love. He had given her everything, and he had asked for nothing in return. He had confessed his love, his pain, his regrets, and his hopes, and he had done so with a humility that was utterly disarming.

You are the love of my life, Isadora, my mate, and I hope that one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me. Yours forever, Eamon"** Tears welled up in my eyes and my hands trembled as I clutched Eamon's letter, his words echoing in my mind. The thought of him gone, of never seeing him again, was too much to bear. I felt a deep sense of shock and disbelief wash over me, as if the ground had been ripped out from beneath my feet.

[Letter from Rose to Lucius] My Dearest Lucius, I hope this letter finds you well, though I fear it may bring you discomfort and pain. It pains me deeply to write these words, but I cannot continue to suffer in silence, burdened by the weight of my unspoken emotions. I find myself at a loss for words, struggling to articulate the depth of the anguish that now consumes me. Each passing moment feels like an eternity, a relentless reminder of the shattered dreams and broken promises that now lie scattered at my feet.

"Please stay." I dig into the envelope and take out the letter. The handwriting is crooked and there's drops of dry tears on the paper. Dear Dani, I should probably start this with telling you how sorry I am but sorry doesn't fix anything. It doesn't fix the burden you've had to carry for years because of me. It doesn't fix the beautiful marriage that I broke. And it definitely doesn't heal the pain that I've caused you. Plus, by the time you read this I'll be dead. And the sorries of a dead man don't fix a broken heart, do they?

To the person, I love the most, Liam I didn't want to finish the letter. I didn't want to reach the end... I didn't want him to stop talking. My heart was crying louder then than that.mineAnd I could feel the pain inside eating me alive. It was I'm leaving letter. He left. Just left me here to carry my broken heart pieces. And continue my life like nothing ever happened.

And in the trash can beside his chair, pieces of what looked like letterhead. I knelt and gathered the pieces, my journalist instincts taking over as I pieced them together on his desk like a puzzle. It was a letter. In Alexandro's careful handwriting, dated three weeks ago when everything between us was still broken glass and careful words. {Lauren... I don't know how to fix what I've broken between us. I don't know how to love someone without trying to control every variable that might hurt them. But I know that losing you would destroy me in ways I'm not brave enough to imagine.