Mosaic Broken Hearts Novels & Stories

With one last glance at the shattered vase, she spun around and walked away. I crashed to the ground and allowed myself to cry. Cry for my life. __________ Later that night, I curled into bed and wept. I was beyond exhausted and heartbroken. It wasn’t just about the shattered vase but every other bad thing that has ever happened to me. The worst part of it all was that I still loved Mason. I still know what he smells like and I still know his favorite dish.

she was really annoyed now Tazz looked at her with soft eyes then smiled “Okay, we are here because I wanted a break,” Mahira’s jaw dropped as she glared at him I need a break but... with you, I may just break ...without you, let's break the rules together, instead of letting our hearts break... All Hearts !!

he mumbled under his breath. He got way too much time to be this hurt, and it's getting worse. What could I do with his broken heart? Everything was dark. Could I help him hold on for another night? "Destructions aren't the best cure to our broken hearts. It's the progress, Caius. Overtime, it'll heal. You have me, Caius. I'll be with you throughout the process."

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

"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.

"Then you are happy, and we call it in love. Got it?" Chasm nodded again. "Okay, but then you find out they didn't like you at all. They didn't love you. They lied to you, and it hurts so much you think that your heart is breaking inside your body. But it's not broken. The organ beats and all that, but with every breath you take, it hurts. Sometimes you wish you could just curl up and die." "You call this mental pain a broken heart?" "Yeah," Sloan smirked. "And the best cure is a bottle of whisky."

It doesn't matter. "My heart was broken, and you pieced it back together, Nick... You mended me with your infinite patience, and I loved you with all of me. With all that was left of me. Thank you for everything," I take a deep breath, inhaling his lemon scent, preparing myself for the next words finally reaching the edge. I cry for him one last time.

🥀 CLARA'S POV 🥀 My heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces, each one piercing my soul like a shard of glass. The pain was overwhelming, a crushing weight that threatened to consume me. I felt empty, and hollow, like a part of me had been ripped away. Every breath I took felt like a struggle, every beat of my heart a reminder that the person I love would never love me back. My heart was broken, extremely broken, and I didn't know how to put it back together again. All I could do was hold on to the fragments, and hope that someday, somehow, I would find a way to heal.

Her heart seems to be breaking into pieces, making her feel numb. Midnight neighed, seeming to feel its owner's desolation. ****😳😢😳****

Oftentimes it broke on its own, other times it had been shattered: through carelessness or cruelty, and thrown against the wall, it had left stains, almost like the gray one above her bed. But on this winter morning Helen's heart didn't just break: it disintegrated to its elements, and that’s the worst heartbreak of all. Deep inside the chest, atomising hearts leave a void, as hostile to life as the desert. The painful thing isn't even the moment they’re destroyed. It is not the sudden sting as they fall apart, but the creeping, everlasting agony thereafter. Atomising hearts dissolve into a zillion parts, so tiny that they are invisible. So intangible that they can never be rejoined, and th