Mosaic Broken Hearts Novels & Stories

He smiles wearing his pipe hat as He slowly vanishes within that night along with the fog wherein, He whispers her name. “Until then, lady Jane.” Created from a beautiful melody, and painted from the pure emotions and along with promises, the glass mosaic of their bond falls and breaks into pieces. Unrecognizable as it could no longer be patched and together with any means of any adhesive that is available or could ever be found. Tears started to fall and created a sorrowful ripple upon that pond, as her siblings’ words, her sister and best friend betrayed her, or does she as she says the words towards her.

The mirror invites Perci to see his soul and the condition of his heart, to look past physical features. He sees nothing but a man in his 40's, single and broken. 'I wish I had not met you again.' He broke the mirror; it was the last mirror in his room because the rest is broken. A crack runs across the glass, finding the weaknesses that were once small. From a perfect mirror to something that is unrecognizable. He watches each fragment fly outward until they lie still yet vicious on the Marmol floor. Breaking glass has become his art and comfort. There is nothing more broken than his heart. Those fragments are nothing compared to his heart. He watched them shatter and release just a fragmen

Inferno of emotions His heart was broken Cracked into two by events of past Where the other part was hidden by him somewhere where it could never be found again. She knew his heart like her own As once they beated as a whole. She was going to mend his broken heart. Even if she had to break her own heart into two, Just to complete the jigsaw of his heart's missing part. Even if after it her heart would be sacrificed but still knowing that his heart was complete she will be satisfied.

Though, a thousand of trembling hearts were beating restlessly in close proximity within this heaving ancient mall, and many of them, after all, would be aching in agony but his heartache was far worse than theirs. Considering all of the things, whether all of the good or the bad, that happened in his past, he was impotently reduced into nothing but an incapacitated marionette made out of fragile skins and broken bones with a deplorable heart from stitches of mismatched parts from varying textiles that were scraped out from the anguishing memories of all of his past lovers. Strange chromaticities of varying lights shone in between the crevices crisscrossing their own way inside his broken an

that protected the Mosaic-World from the vacuum of space began to thin, turning from a vibrant violet to a translucent, dying grey. "Leo, your rhythm is failing!" Aris’s voice screamed through the neural-link, his own golden filaments sparking with static. "The 'Noise' of the Audit-Collectors and the 'Voice' are creating a destructive interference. You’re being pulled in three directions at once. If you flatline, the Bubble pops. There will be no third floor. There will be nothing." The Anatomy of the Collapse The Mosaic-World was suffering from a cosmic cardiac arrest. Because Leo was the Kernel, his internal conflict was manifesting as geological and atmospheric disasters.

So heartbreakingly good. But I couldn’t lie to myself. Not anymore. The damage had already been done. Cassian Morelli had carved something out of me that I wasn’t sure I’d ever get back. Roman could try to rescue the girl he thinks I am… but she wasn’t in here anymore. Not fully. Not untouched. Still, I didn’t pull away. I let that moment hang, fragile and trembling, like a glass bulb suspended in air. Then his phone buzzed. The spell broke.

Just like a fragile glass falling on a hard concrete ground and smashing into a million pieces. Pieces that will never be joined together. My heart had been broken like nothing else. It was shattered and drained, weary and hurtful. In pain and in agony. It felt as if all the crucification had fallen upon it. “Maya.” I called out the name of my love but got no reply from her. I was never going to get another word from her. She was gone. Gone? The word felt like a dagger. One that was constantly stabbing my heart. My breathing was shaky and my heart beat was slow,

Because once when I'm alone this is me. The foolish, Stupid Broken Adassah. Who does nothing about her broken heart but to cry in pain again and again.

Mason was already in when I walked into the living area. I was surprised to see kids. A girl and a boy were running around the living room holding their toys and in the process hit an expensive vase off the center table. The vase crashed against the marbled tiled floor breaking it into pieces with a loud sound. “Junior! Lily!” I narrowed my eyes recognizing that lovely voice. Mrs Ford rushed into the living area and gasped in shock looking at the broken vase. I also saw Mason and Mr Ford walk in next and caught the shock on Mason's face. His face hardened instantly seeing his favorite artwork shattered to pieces. I wouldn't lie, seeing the frown on his face for his favorite vase broken made

The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad. Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.