Letter From A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

Chapter Song: Good Mourning by Sophie Holohan The first time I had my heart broken was when Era rejected me when I asked to junior prom. I was very excited. I keep jumping on my bed. Writing the best letter invitation. I even asked Kim to read it for me just to see how she would react. But she couldn't feel a thing.

’ I say as Edmond comes to sit beside me. ‘I love you mate’ I tell him as I stare up at him, right through his eyes. ‘I love you too a billion times’ he says as he devours my mouth. My life is so full now and I would never exchange this for nothing in the world. If there is one thing I have learnt, it is that nothing really is impossible because if a broken Pieces of a heart could be fixed, then everything can be fixed once you find the right people. The end.

As lovers do. What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who, Broke my heart. ♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡ ___

What did Thunder have to do with me? I gathered all my strength, broke my heart, took a pen and paper, and wrote Nate a letter, I had to make it seem like last night meant absolutely nothing to me and so I began and with each word my heart broke and kept breaking, “Nate, I will never forget these precious moments that I have spent with you; but I must say goodbye to what could have been a beautiful relationship. Right now, I am not ready to go any further with our relationship as I have a mission to complete, and I will never be at peace if I do not do this for myself; I will never be able to genuinely love you until I am able to complete this mission and I cannot afford to have any weakness

He even picked up the letter that he wanted her to read! She looked at his eager eyes and thought over it if he was to read these letters ——she shivered, he was right. If he read these letters then she would really be humiliated even more. Levy worked up her courage and then turned to the letter that he was talking about and then she shuffled the letter such that it was sitting at the top of the stack. When she was young, like every heartbroken girl whose mate was snatched from her, she started writing her heart on letters that were never delivered and poured her heart out such that she wouldn’t lose her mind because of the stress.

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

“You are my safe place. My mentor. My best friend. You’re like a father when I’m scared, a brother when I’m reckless, a mother when I’m sick… You’re my everything, Micheyyy…” She sobbed harder, voice stammering. “You deserve someone better. Someone whole. Someone who can love you with everything. Not someone like me… I can’t even love myself. I’m tainted, broken… You deserve the world.” Her tears soaked the letter in her trembling hands. “I wish I’d met you before I met him… Maybe then, life would’ve been different. Maybe I wouldn’t be so… cursed. So broken on the verge of insanity, suffering from PTSD, severe depression and whatnot.”

He rubbed his palm across his face when the hollow started intensifying. A shuddering breath left his mouth when he tried to suppress the pain in his chest. It was not physical pain, a sudden emotional breakdown he often faces. He could almost hear her soft and melodic voice, whispering the sweet nothings that had once wrapped his heart like a warm blanket. The letter was both comforting and tormenting.

Not like this. But to look at her now, unconscious, fragile, hardly breathing, something in me broke. I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her against me. She was so light. Too light. I swallowed. Damn it, Adeline. I had closed her out to break her. But maybe… just maybe… I'm the one who's broken instead. I tightened my arms around Adeline's limp body, my heart racing in my chest. "Stop teasing me," I muttered, rocking her gently. "Just wake up."

Now they were ash. When I finally calmed down enough to look at Colton — really look at him — I saw something I wasn’t ready for. Pain. Longing. A desperate ache that made my chest tighten. He wanted to be the one comforting me. He wanted to be the one I ran to. He wanted to be the one I trusted. But I’m not ready for that. I’m not ready for him. I’m too broken for a mate bond. Too damaged for something that pure.