Novel & Cerita Memories Of A Broken Heart Novel

So even though I still love him so much, I want to teach him a lesson first. I know everything about him. His life in Manila and his engagement to an actress. My world seemed to collapse when I found out about it, especially when I witnessed him proposing to that fancy actress. That's when I decided to stop loving him. But what are the odds that just when I was ready to give up on him, he comes back to Isla Marupok. Again, I don't know why he came back. But it seems he's brokenhearted. And to hell with him because it seems he doesn't remember what he left behind on the island!

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.

That feeling that feels like something in me is gone is back, I feel broken beyond repair. With the times I've been with Mary Davies, I have been able to get some sleep like I have never been in a long time. Are the memories coming back because I pushed Mary Davies away or because of aunt Silvia's upcoming return. I held my head tightly as a wave of headache hit me with full force. Life is so much better without pain. At times the heart fights for what it wants, but if it has been damaged previously. It won't have the strength to keep fighting.

All I needed to do was grab a taxi to the hotel. My legs failed before I got to the street. The concrete bit into my jeans, making my knees sting. My heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces. He didn’t hate me. He didn’t choose his dream or his old life over me. He didn’t think they were better. He didn’t decide he could do better. I couldn’t hate him over this. I couldn’t fucking hate him. I couldn’t forget it. I couldn’t move on. Because he didn’t remember. He never remembered me. Our time. All of it. The whirlwind, the promises, the adoration, the love. I was the only one who held it. The half of a heart and soul that was left of me screamed in pain. It was as though it all n

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.

Suddenly, a chill came over her, and Selina jolted awake, finally opening her eyes. The lights in first class had been dimmed but were still warm and comforting, unlike the cold hospital. Feeling a coolness on her fingertips, Selina looked down to find she had grabbed the hand of the person next to her. She was gripping tightly, her nails digging deep into the flesh of their wrist. A faint hint of red was visible. A moment later, she realized she was sitting next to David and abruptly released his hand. The long-buried memories, as vivid as a dream, had mercilessly ripped open the wounds in her heart, exposing the raw, bloody mess beneath.

More memories crashed into me. I remembered the times I had ignored her calls, leaving her waiting for hours, knowing she needed me but choosing not to care. I remembered the harsh words I had thrown at her, the way I had made her feel like she was never enough. I had broken her heart over and over again, and yet, she had stayed. She had loved me despite it all. And what had I done? I had pushed her away. A lump formed in my throat as I looked at her now, lying so still, fighting for her life. If she didn’t wake up, if I lost her… I didn’t think I could live with myself.

Then, he looks at me and asks, “I know this might be out of place, but may I know why you broke down earlier?” “Well.” The story is already on my lips, ready to be told. I look at him and all I want is to be honest, to tell the story about my heartbreak once and for all, but I know I should be more careful. “I have been having trouble with my memory. I got into an accident before I came here, and I’m starting to remember some things in the past, particularly about someone being dismissive of me,” I say simply. “Your words somehow reminded me of what he said to me, and that made me emotional.”

I close my eyes , and I see all our memories play before my eyes. I feel my chest cave in as I feel the pain penetrate my heart. I see all the memories , from the day I had first saw him till the last time I saw him drive off. I feel my tears run down my face , though the water is scorching – my tears seem to leave a burn behind that makes the water seem ice cold. Too add salt to the wound , “Habits” start to play – which makes my entire surface , my entire put together self breakdown to nothing but pieces of brokenness.

He was gone and all that was left was memories. Memories that I will treasure forever. And a broken heart.