Memories Of A Broken Heart Novel Novels & Stories

That against all odds, love would be strong enough to survive even the theft of memory itself. Because if it wasn't, if these seven days ended with her still not remembering, still choosing to go back to Adrian... I didn't think I'd survive losing her a third time. Some hearts could only break so many times before they stopped healing. And mine had already shattered twice over her.

Heartbreak is always very painful because before we had given our whole heart to someone precious. Whether it ends in disappointment, heartache or indeed love that is left but broken by circumstances. No matter how we are hurt, the longing will still come to fill our minds. The irony is that when we are alone, all we can remember are the wonderful memories that make us miss that person indeed more and torment us with the longing we have.

I tried to think, tried to recall but they hymen was making it hard, just pissing me off and then everything came all at once. The fear was first, such deep fear, the memory of the pain and the feeling of trying to hold onto life but it slipping away. The heartbreak attacked next, the pain washing hard as my hands clenched. The betrayal hammered with only one face, one touch, one voice coming to mind. I recalled being in his arms; my mate, my love, causing my heart to break harder. My hands opened, lying flat on the bed to start patting. “ Wh…” My throat was dry and ashy, trying to clear it to speak.

John Green had said it right . She gasped for air for a while and tried hard to control . But then she caved in . She started crying her eyes out . Never did she think in her wildest dreams that stuff like betrayal and heartbreak would happen to her . With a heavy heart she started to ponder, "Where did I go wrong . Where did I lack?" They both were students of graphic design at the University of Cincinnati, just that he was one year senior . They met each other at a technology conclave arranged at their University . Then one

Gazing at my own self which seems too weak. I loved her enough to allow her to break me, betray me, and leave me. Whenever i remember her face all i want is to erase her memories from my heart, she destroys me. Totally. And now I'm in a living hell, it seems like I'm stuck here. I can't go back to my past, nore I'm able to accept my present. This is so fucking frustrating. No matter if your memories are good or bad, it will always hurt you and chase you away from your happiness.

Aurora had always imagined heartbreak would feel like a sharp, sudden pain, like a knife to the chest, immediate and devastating. As she stood frozen in the doorway of the dimly lit apartment she had shared with Shawn for the last three years; she realized heartbreak wasn’t always so dramatic. Sometimes, it was quiet, and slow; almost a numb, creeping sensation that started at the edges of her mind and worked its way inward, wrapping around her like a vice.

“I know it hurts. Let it out. I'm here. We're here.” He hugged me closer, his heartbeat steady under my cheek. But the breaks kept coming, memories flowing in like fractures in my soul, each memory a fresh wound, bleeding out the love I'd wasted on a killer. A murderer! I clung to him, broken, the hallway fading as darkness pressed in, my world reduced to his arms and the endless ache of everything that Zane had stolen from me.

I mourned because of the manipulation, the betrayal, for loving someone who'd chosen wrong when it mattered most. I was utterly broken because there was nothing left. The room held me while I shattered, her memory the only witness to how completely I'd come undone.

Everywhere I breathed, I carried him, and it hurt worse than the physical ache from the last time we had been together. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t shake the memory of his lips grazing mine in the office, the possessive brush of his hand against mine, the way he had caged me with those ice-blue eyes that had been molten fire in the same moment. He had broken me without even trying. And now he was gone. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I flinched, half-hoping it wasn’t him. But it was only a message from Mom: Breakfast is ready. You can’t live on nightmares, love.

They went to the same restaurant Xavier and I went to on our first date, smiling in a carefree manner as she sat in the place where I used to sit. She wanted every memory I had with Xavier to be filled with her shadow in his heart. I felt like I was now forced to watch a movie that didn't belong to me play out before my eyes. Misty told me to stop watching, but I couldn't stop myself from scrolling further. The pain in my chest eventually grew numb. Eventually, there was nothing left but an unexpected calmness in my heart. As it turned out, even emotions didn't bother showing anymore once someone had reached peak disappointment in someone else.