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Then and now. He used to promise her that he won't love any woman other than her. But now, he was telling her that he no longer felt anything towards her. That he had forgotten everything they used to have, and it kept stirring her badly. For her, it will forever be engraved in her mind and heart. Thera began to recall everything- the love he had given to her and the moments they used to share. How her heart skipped a beat when they first held each other's gazes. How his first smile caused her heart to go frantic. Her awkward response to his kisses due to her lack of experience in romance. How could a girl like her ever forget her epic-fail first kiss? Their marriage vows, especially hers, i

"Well, they're not wrong about that." A wave of bitter memories swept over her, each moment another piece of glass slicing at her heart. The memories whirled in her mind—a jumble of pain and betrayal: their first meeting in a busy school hallway, their whirlwind romance ignited by youthful passion, the thrilling rush of love that felt everlasting, the gradual dissolution of trust, whispers of doubt creeping in like vines choking their love, the gut-wrenching heartbreak as their 'forever' shattered, and the final blow of divorce that left her feeling lost.

But every thought, every "eeting image, spiraled back to him, an inescapable gravity pulling her back to the center of her pain. The memories, once asource of comfort, now felt like shards of glass, each one a sharp reminder of what she had lost, what she had foolishly thrown away. The ache in her chest was a constant, dull throb, a phantom limb reminding her she was still alive, still capable of feeling, still vulnerable to the sting of heart-break. The memory of his voice, rough and low, a melody that haunted her wak-ing hours, replayed in her mind, each word a ghost of promisesmade and broken. The wreckage he left behind in the dark, a landscape of shattered trust and broken promises, str

The memories of us are all stored in my heart causing the crack to hurt a little every time I am reminded of them. I was shattered when he left me. Something in me broke so violently that I spent so many times collecting all the broken pieces. Yet, they are still that. Broken pieces. The pieces I have stored. I am not a whole person anymore. There are a few parts of our togetherness and a few of our broken relationship. While the better memories brings a smile to my face it is also true that the memories of him not trusting me and ruining everything because of that stings like the pieces of a shattered glass, the one that drawn out my blood whenever sinks deep in my skin.

Not because I had fallen for him, but it felt like a voice in my mind persistently told me to forget Freddie and start a new life. Yet, at the same time, another voice deep in my heart told me I couldn't forget him. The two voices tangled, leaving me torn. But in the end, the one in my mind won. Just when I finally let go of the past and decided to accept Hugo's confession, I stumbled upon something in Freddie's belongings. I opened an old safe that had been sealed for years. There were only two things inside—a preserved camellia sealed inside a glass box, and a white shirt with one button missing.

Eugene said, resting his head against mine as we watched our happy family. Even though we didn't have a fairytale beginning and had a lot of ups and downs in our progressing relationship, we met each other halfway. We were too scared to light the spark between us, afraid it might break us both in the end. And even though we were both broken, Eugene more than me, we took each other's broken pieces and built each other up again. We were two broken hearts who met each other at the most unexpected time, and we each gave our half to the other to mend the broken parts. We were there for each other, sometimes just lagging a bit behind, but we were there. And if this wasn't what one would call love,

' 'That heartless woman! She had used this method to take revenge on me. On top of the divorce agreement was a folded medical report. My hands trembled violently with rage, barely able to hold the thin sheet of paper. It was a miscarriage report. "No... It can’t be..." I muttered to myself, feeling the world spin around me. I tried to reach out to Jessica telepathically, but it was as if an invisible wall kept us apart. It was impenetrable. Jessica had completely severed our connection.

Over the last eight years, I've watched her come home with different men. Once, Anya stared at me with unusually solemn eyes despite being completely sloshed. "Shane, we belong to two different worlds. Don't fall for me," she slurred. I always thought Anya was a woman who had no idea what love was supposed to be like. Then, I found out a year ago that she had a first love who passed away from an illness. The young man Anya brought home last night actually resembled her dead love. Hence, I was not surprised to see him at breakfast with her.

, I said, wishing that he would stop, “ look, I love you, so much, but I can't. I just can't” “ What do you mean you can't?” He asked, obviously confused, and I just felt sorry for him. I felt pity for him. He didn't understand, and he never will. The fact that my heart had been broken beyond repair, the fact that my mind and body would never allow me to become so vulnerable before anyone again, the fact that Hakim killed me, not with a sword or a gun, but with his eyes, and the fact that even though his hazel eyes looked nothing like those of Hakim, it still reminded me of him, of that day when he finally broke the spine of my heart, along with my ribs. He didn't understand, he never will u

"Do you need something?" His eyes filled with obvious sorrow, his voice trembling slightly. "Could we... maybe talk for a bit? I know I made a lot of mistakes in the past. But I'd like to talk with you, even if it's just this one last time." Seeing his defeated appearance, I felt no stir of emotion inside. The memories that had once kept me awake at night, that had once broken my heart, now felt distant and unfamiliar. After a brief hesitation, I gave a small nod and led him toward a secluded corner.