Messages Of Broken Heart の小説・ストーリー

" Stop this Dylan please stop this." "You can't mend a broken glass. I am broken beyond repair." You destroyed me the day I learned to love you. To feel something for you. Then how can you expect me to give you that piece of mine once again when you already broke it with your own hands. _______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple heart.

I leaned on the kitchen counter taking shady breaths,I hated how I felt when she was the one that broke it off,she had never cheated on me or was I just too blind to see the picture on the wall. I heard my doorbell and I went to the door,it must be the pizza delivery guy,I took the pizza and paid for it and sat down on the floor of my living room and opened the pizza as I ate it,the pizza didn't taste so good in my mouth anymore,it tasted bitter and sour,was this what it felt like to get heartbroken? I didn't feel like doing anything but just sat and let the day end. I took my phone again and opened the fourth message. "I love you I really do but you can't give me the future I dream of".

I am willing to suffer from his hate towards me but I might die if something bad happens to him. After he saw those messages, he still tried to reach me, telling me that he trusts me. After all those months of not contacting him, he still told me he trusts me. So I did the last thing that I thought would make him stop. I send him a message. only to break his heart. I told him I'm letting him go... that I no longer love him... that I don't want to see him... And every fucking word I type is a knife being stuck on my chest, it's sharp, it killed me.

But still, his heart felt all warm and fuzzy . "Promise me, Anthony, you will leave her and come back to me" . When he heard the next sentence coming from her, he felt like his heart was poked with a thousand needles . The pain surged in like a dark cloud blocking all the light and happiness and gripped him from all sides . One moment he felt like he was on cloud nine and the very next all his hopes were smashed into pieces . He took a deep breath and consoled his heart like had been doing since ages . Then he held her Pinky finger with his own and said -

"Please don't go to other men. I'm flying over right now, so just wait for me, alright? "Please don't sleep with him. I'll literally cry. "Babe, are you listening? I'll seriously cry for you. "No! Babe! My heart's broken! "I feel old now. You're letting me expire and making my heart sick. "Can we just create a three-person group chat? You guys can talk, while I won't say anything and just watch; how about that? "Why aren't you answering, babe? Is that guy not letting you use your phone?"

I pick up my phone to check the text message The message was from an unknown number, probably someone trying to continue their sick game from earlier. The entire idea brought tears to my eyes again. I hate my life, I hate this! I fall asleep with tears in my eyes and a broken heart, the one person I trusted the most had shattered my heart into a million pieces like I was an object he could dispose of at any time. Her phone received a message again, from the same unknown number.

"I'm sorry Charity, I won't be going to the victim's home today. Something came up. We'll go some other time" I think the phrase, shattering of heart is a bit too underrated and considered too literal, used in literary works and in certain kind of situations to prove how pleasant our grasp of good grammar is cause I can testify that my heart practically broke into a million pieces that all the glue in the world wouldn’t even dare put together if they tried as I read through Detective Roman's message that morning.

I tried moving on without you. But you saw what came out of it, didn't you? I'm sorry for every tear that dropped. I'm sorry for the heartaches I have caused you. I'm sorry for not being there. I'm sorry for the lonely moments. I'm sorry for not reaching out. I'm sorry for the countless broken promises. I had promised to always be there for you, hadn't I? I'm sorry I wasn't able to fulfill that. I'm honestly sorry for the broken promises.

"Thank you..." When heart is broken it fallen into pieces. You feel so cold, so hopeless, and so down. You felt like you lost your happiness. It's like a fire that will burn you into ashes. The only thing you can see is darkness and emptiness. But when the pieces put back together, it forms a strong bond. It lightens up the whole world around you, and each other will feel a different kind of joy. A different kind of fire that will warm your cold and empty heart. And one kissed of love, the heart becomes whole. "You fix me my love." I whispered. He smiled and kissed me again. The End.