Memories Of A Broken Heart Novel Novelas e Histórias

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.

As if worse were possible. He remembered the dark time after Rachel had left. He had been crazed with jealousy, wounded pride, and guilt. He had thought his heart had been broken, but now he knew better. Thiswas what a broken heart felt like. There was actual, physical pain, as if someone had smashed his chest with a wrecking ball. His days seemed endless and meaningless. If it hadn’t been for Dalia, he wondered if he would have even bothered to get out of bed. Thank God for his little girl! The sudden knock on the door made him jump as it jerked him out of his thoughts and back into the cozy living room.

“ Who is this girl? She looks exactly like me but I know that this is not me! I can feel it. “ I stated with anger on my voice. I looked at him as he lifted his head and acessed his sight to me. He took a deep breath and put his hand inside his pocket. His eyes was darker than before. The sadness was plastered on his face but instead of asking him why, I remained silent. I know who this girl is now. I definitely do! “ She used to be my lover in the past, and yes! She’s not you, and will never be. “ He stated and with just a snapped, he’s nowhere to be found. He left me hanging with thoughts. I can feel my heart being crumpled tightly. Like there was a heavy thing smashing it. I stared at the

How could he break my heart and then taunt me with the memory of his scent? No, I won't allow myself to be fooled by illusions and false hope. Mick is gone, and I'm left with the shards of a love that was shattered beyond repair. The ache in my heart is a constant reminder that I can never forgive him for what he's done. As I lie there, my body weak and my spirit shattered, I wish, with all my heart, that I had never fallen for that heartless man. ~*~ My head throbs relentlessly as I lie in bed, the remnants of a nightmarish dream still haunting my thoughts. The pain from my persistent headache refuses to abate, and I groan softly, wondering if I'll ever find relief.

It felt good. I grabbed one of the novels she'd left behind and ripped out the pages before shredding it and letting it fall pitifully to the ground like dead leaves. The book wouldn't do. I searched for anything breakable and ruined it, one by one, the next. And the next. All of them. Every memory, everything lucid dream, every fucking thing that made my heart thunder. I ruined it all and when I'd finally destroyed everything that could be destroyed, I stood, breathing heavily, and stared at the carnage on the floor.

Yet in the end, he did not win. “But I have no regrets,” he murmured. Confessing to his first love, being brave, fighting and getting rejected. He was happy he made choice he won’t regret. Maybe, he entered her life a bit late. But he’s a happy brokenhearted guy. “So, since it started here, I will also end everything here,” Geoffrey said while looking at the gate of university. Before he could enter the gate, a woman tapped his arm. “Excuse me.” Geoffrey tilted his head and saw a somehow familiar looking woman. His eyes squinted. ‘Where did I see her again?’

🥀 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.

The lid moved slowly to the side, revealing a space ten centimetres wide behind it. "Thank you, God. The memories aren't really gone," Andien murmured with relief and satisfaction as she found a small photo album. Andien held her breath as she opened her childhood photo album. A smile spread across her face as several pictures of her with a teenage boy appeared before her eyes. The teenager looked familiar and very excited in each photo, as if the teenager did not want to be separated from Andien. "Who is he and why don't I remember having friends who are older than me?" muttered Andien.

She was so gentle and kind, she stayed committed to loving a man who had broken all the promises he made to her and shattered her heart in every which way. Even though her death was a constant pain in my heart, somehow it felt comforting. Wherever she was, she did not have to worry about getting hurt again. She was free, and I was still alive, suppressed and kept in bondage by her memory. It all seemed very poetic. I sat up after heaving one last huge sigh. I pushed my chair away from the table and got up, closing all the books I had opened in the process. I walked with much difficulty due to the exhaustion and numbness I felt from sitting in one spot for all that time. I limped gently out o

But I was certain none of that happened even if my memory was vague. I don’t remember a thing about why I’m in this void. Why I can’t move my body or control any muscle of mine. Why I can’t even feel my own heart beat. My memories were in shambles. They seemed to me like pieces of broken shards of glass and I couldn’t even piece them together in my state. Yet they flashed through my eyes and bared all their glory like a trophy in front of me. A trophy that seemed to be incomplete. Missing the head sometimes and missing the tail another time. I tried to piece it all together even in the darkness I found myself in. To bring this trophies into one big piece. I got nothing. It was all jumbled