Novel & Cerita Memories Of A Broken Heart Novel

Vladimier murmured. Closing my eyes, I braced myself as the rest of my memories slammed into me. From the good to the bad, I remembered it all. My mother's abuse, my moving away to be on my own, the struggle of living alone and going to school to get a degree—even past loves and broken hearts appeared, sending piercing needles into my chest that disappeared as quickly as they appeared. And when the last few memories returned, they were of my job and how I died. By the time I opened my eyes again, sweat was pouring down my skin, and my heart was beating wildly in my chest. In front of me, Vladimier watched, waiting to see my reaction.

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Though, a thousand of trembling hearts were beating restlessly in close proximity within this heaving ancient mall, and many of them, after all, would be aching in agony but his heartache was far worse than theirs. Considering all of the things, whether all of the good or the bad, that happened in his past, he was impotently reduced into nothing but an incapacitated marionette made out of fragile skins and broken bones with a deplorable heart from stitches of mismatched parts from varying textiles that were scraped out from the anguishing memories of all of his past lovers. Strange chromaticities of varying lights shone in between the crevices crisscrossing their own way inside his broken an

He mended me, mended the broken little girl he found me but now he's breaking what's left of the shattered woman I am. He blames me for every little thing that's not right in his life and I'm sorry about it, but not all of it is my fault and not all his allegations against me are truthful. I loved him, he might think otherwise but I loved him more than I could ever love myself. I broke my walls, showed him my flaws that I hid from even myself, all the parts of me I was too scared to show the world, I did him and gave him a road map to my sanity. The very sanity that he now toys with on a daily basis, I don't understand his obsession with my past. I want it dead, I've deemed it dead because i

I kicked off my shoes and sat cross-legged on the bed, facing Yuna, ready to tell her everything about Jace and me. Ever since we broke up, I hadn't really let myself dwell on the past. But now, walking through the memories out loud, I realized how much there actually was—so many moments, both good and bad. And yeah, at certain points, it still hurt. I guess that's what they mean when they talk about the scars left by a broken heart. "Keira," Yuna said softly, her eyes wide with wonder. "Forget about Hayden for a second—your relationship with Jace was so intense. It's like something straight out of a novel."

Tears soaked my pillow as I hugged it tightly, sobbing uncontrollably. Why? Why had my life turned into this? Why did the man I love keep leaving me? Why didn’t I even have a shoulder to lean on? Exhaustion finally pulled me into a restless sleep. … The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. I couldn’t remember how I’d gotten home the night before. My eyes landed on a neatly folded note on the nightstand: "Eat something before work. I rescheduled the meeting for today’s case." The handwriting was precise and elegant, and the memories of last night came rushing back.

Meg hurried into her room, bringing her hand to her mouth to stifle her crying; she felt as if a stake was driven through her chest. She leaned on the wall allowing her body to slide until it touched the floor. Sitting there, on the floor of her chamber, she experienced the tearing pain that spread through her chest, permeating her entire being. She wondered how many times a heart could be broken and still continue to beat. The pieces to which her heart had been shattered were so numerous that it became impossible to gather all the shards, each fragment being a painful memory.

Those dead emotions in the depth were now like a tickling bomb—They could explode at any minute and destroy this person I have made myself to be. The dreadful memories of my horrendous past I have kept on the front were now working as nothing. People always try to erase the recollection that hurt them but I prefer to do the opposite. Pain is what keeps us reminded of the things we wish to avoid and in my case it was love— It was the awful feeling in this damn heart beating in my chest every time my eyes took a look at the beautiful woman I broke in every way possible. She was too good to be true and that's why I ruined her. Little by little, being in control and wholly comfortable underneath

A connection. And it didn’t end with answers, but with a question that would change everything: What do you do with a heart that is broken, alone, and has forgotten how to love?

"Sophia, listen carefully. I don't have any feelings left for you. Not love, not even hatred. I just want to have my own life." She stared at me in disbelief, tears forming. "How is that possible? You used to love me so much. How can you not love me anymore?" Suddenly, her gaze fell on the gift box I was holding, and her expression darkened instantly. "You found someone new, didn't you? "That's why you're rejecting me. You threw away my gift, but you accepted someone else's gift?" Although it was merely a corporate gift from the company, I decided to play along. "Yes, I did. Will you leave now?"