Mosaic Broken Hearts の小説・ストーリー

Some broken hearts never mend Topaz's world had crashed down as she packed her bags with tears dropping down from her eyes. Michelson was with Margaret that morning as she had dropped him off to go to work. How could Adams think much about her? So all the love he had been prophesying to her was all a lie? Who was behind this? Topaz thought to herself. Adams had also told her not to take Michelson along which made her heartbroken the more. She took her luggage downstairs and came face to face with Adams he looked drunk and he had been crying as she noticed his puffy red eyes. She wanted to say something but the lump in her throat wouldn't let her. She still forced it out anyway

His mother carrying bowl after bowl of bitter tonics, casting sideways glances at Lily and mocking her for being useless. Fleur's half-joking, half-malicious remarks: Maybe your wife played around too much when she was young—bled too much, so she can't get pregnant now! Crushing guilt nearly drowned him. The pain was so intense he could barely breathe. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes turned terrifyingly red. He hadn't done it on purpose—but he had been the most foolish accomplice. After a long time, he finally spoke with difficulty. "Lily, I know you've suffered. It's normal to resent me. I truly understand your pain. This will never happen again."

I had even thanked the Moon Goddess thousands of times in my heart. That was until the medical report was coldly thrown in front of me. Apparently, the barrier had been deliberately damaged, the internal suppressant had failed, and the marking had been illegally activated. Adrian was the one who did it, and all because of Flora's casual joke too. "If the pup has some high-born bloodline, it should look better, right?" That was why he'd used methods that would ruin my life to get me pregnant. I blocked both Adrian and Flora without hesitation. Before doing so, I simply left Flora one final cold message.

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

He tilted his face up, revealing a scar that ran from his forehead to his brow. "Remember this scar? You got it the third time we divorced. You smashed a vase… but I never blamed you…" "That's because you deserved it," I finally said. "That day, I opened the door and saw Larissa wearing my wedding dress in our bedroom." I broke free from his grasp and, before leaving, glanced back at him one last time. "Love isn't an apology after you hurt someone. I'm not a toy you use and put away. You never understood what love is. Experiencing real love has shown me that what we had wasn’t it."

Soon I zoned out and was only me the music. "Look for thorns in the roses, perfect little posers." London: "Hiding behind closets, planning your demise, shit!" "Everybody blame the misfits and eccentric." London: "This world's already fucked, we didn't add anything to it!" "Crying out for help!" London: "Crying out for fucking help!" "No one seems to care!" London "She was the only one to scrape her hands!" "For the rose in the thorn bush!" Another musical interlude ensues and London repeats the first verse as the song is structured like that.

"This is a crossroads. We must be vigilant and make the right choices." As we watched, the portal shifted, showing the city of Eclisia in all its glory, then transitioning to scenes of chaos and destruction. It was a stark reminder of the stakes we were up against. Suddenly, a soft hum emanated from my pocket. Pulling out the broken pendant, I noticed it vibrated in response to the Heartstone. "It's resonating with the Heartstone's frequency," Morana observed. "Perhaps it can give us a clue or guide us to the other half."

His words were a balm to her soul; a reminder of her strength and resilience. His voice dropped to a whisper as he continued, "what's broken can be mended. What hurts can be healed. And no matter how dark it gets, the sun is going to rise again." "Rosie, I can't feel your pain, but I understand it's difficult to forget. But all you have to do is take your mind off their existence," he said. "Happiness is a choice, not a result. Nothing will make you happy until you choose to be happy. No person can make you happy unless you decide to be happy…"

He looked at me hurt. "Mia," he began. "DON'T." I burst out, "DON'T YOU DARE! I SLAPPED THE GUY I LOVED BECAUSE OF YOU! I GOT MY HEART BROKEN BECAUSE OF YOU! DAMIEN IS LEAVING ME BECAUSE OF YOU!" I laughed humourlessly, "I was such a blind person." I held onto my hair tight, "such a blind person to not see this! Your true side...I always thought of you as the guy who could never harm anyone...BUT YOU ARE A MONSTER. HOW CAN YOU ENJOY PLAYING WITH PEOPLE'S FEELINGS. HOW CAN YOU BE SO RUTHLESS."