Messages Of Broken Heart Novels & Stories

"It's not my fault you are miserable… Okay, it kinda is but it's not my fault you chose to kiss him over running around naked—" "On a football field! Neo!" I shouted. "And this is no longer about the kiss, it's about my heart—" "And so?" Sighing, I massaged my forehead, lifting myself to sit. "Look, there's nothing wrong in getting your heart broken, it's nothing. If you think that you can survive in this world without heartbreak, then you are not human. It's normal for people who have a heart. Just look at me, I've gotten my heart broken twice, and I've broken about thirty-five girls' hearts all my life—"

The pain in my voice echoed through the night, a haunting reminder of my shattered dreams and broken heart. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—our bond was irreparably broken, and no amount of wishing or hoping could change that. As I howled in pain, another howl joined mine, sounding as painful and heartbreaking as my own. Maybe someone else out there was feeling the same heartache as me—a connection in our shared suffering.

“Look! I’ve been there but best believe how you react to it is all that matters. The best thing you could do is to chill out and relive your mind” She didn’t say anything so he went on. “I broke up with my girl a couple of months ago. Apparently I wasn’t man enough for her. I couldn’t give her the life she wanted. I’m broke. Still I’m. She called me a powerless worm. This is someone with whom I invested 5 years with” Zara continued crying. She poured the remnant from the Hennessy into a glass from the counter gave him to drink. “To broken hearts, broken glasses and other broken things” she said as they clinked their glasses together in desolation.

Cassandra’s POV Heartbreak? I think I’ve had enough of it. I mean, having two heartbreaks in the space of three months should be legendary. Or… could this even count as a breakup? I had been happy to receive a text message from Dante after he left in a hurry that morning. But when I saw the content, I froze. It was as if I was stuck in a loop, reading the message again and again, unable to make sense of the words.

~So, please don't break my heart Don't tear me apart I know how it starts Trust me, I've been broken before Don't break me again I am delicate Please, don't break my heart Trust me, I've been broken before~ -What if Uno once day, decided to break my heart? Would it hurt as much as what Rico made me feel? ~I've been broken, yeah I know how it feels To be open And then find out your love isn't real I'm still hurting, yeah I'm hurting inside I'm so scared to fall in love, but if it's you, then I'll try~

Don't look for me. I dropped the phone, my heart squeezing painfully. Looking at the other message atop the recent one. [If you say so.] It read. It seems she had been too upset with me that my message to explain didn’t touch her at all. I felt like someone had ripped my heart out, then impaled it on a sharp shard of glass, damaging it forever… I will never be whole again.

I got another notification the next second, “I’m sorry, baby girl. I’m sorry I broke my promise. You know I had to, I could bear to see them bullying you, I couldn’t take it anymore. I vowed to be there for you, I vowed to protect you. Your safety comes first, I can’t bear to see you get hurt. It won’t happen again, I promise. I would never break any of my promises to you again, I cross my heart.” I awwwed at his message because it sounds so honest, so cute. I wanted to respond to that when I got another notification from him,

I stared at it for the longest of time that I almost forgot what to use toothpaste for. Then, he sent the second message, the nerve of him to apologize using text. “Mo, could you please hear me out, I know this was a total mess. I just can't stay without talking to you, please.” That was just it, the exact thing that I needed to break down. The sugar coated almost apology that broke me I to pieces. I started wailing like I just lost someone to the cold hands of death. It was the ugly type of crying. It was the mascara streaked type of cry, the type that one would end up with knee on the floor type of crying.

He then put on his guitar and started singing. "ITS YOU, IT'S ALWAYS YOU... IF I'M EVER GONNA FALL IN LOVE I KNOW IT'S GONNA BE YOU IT'S YOU... IT'S ALWAYS YOU MET A LOT OF PEOPLE BUT NOBODY FEELS LIKE YOU SO PLEASE DON'T BREAK MY HEART DON'T TEAR ME APART I KNOW HOW IT STARTS TRUST ME I BEEN BROKEN BEFORE DON'T BREAK ME AGAIN I AM DELICATE PLEASE DON'T BREAK MY HEART TRUST ME I BEEN BROKEN BEFORE

"Behind every sweet smile, there is a bitter sadness that no one can ever see and feel."- Tupac Shakur Faiths POV Three years since that incident. The incident where I lost my so called love The incident that changed my life The incident where I lost myself *Flashback* (This was after she received the news of her miscarriage) I woke up feeling sore again and I forgot where I am till I looked around. Soon all the memories came back. Andrew in bed with Natasha naked. Andrew calling all sorts of name.Woke up in a hospital. Doctor telling me I lost my baby and me having a mental breakdown.