Novel & Cerita Mosaic Broken Hearts

"Don't be embarrassed, Zina. That's a normal response to pain. I did that to you on purpose." "You wanted to make me cry?" He runs his thumb under my eye, which I'm sure is just dripping with mascara from my tears. "Yes. I wanted you to let go of whatever you were holding on to. It was intense, I know. Are you feeling okay now and will your boy be ok tonight?" I nod. I feel better than okay. I feel both exhausted and raw, but also renewed. "Good." He kisses my temple. "Let's go home." As we get dressed and walk quietly out the back of the club, so we don't have to face anybody.

"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.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

Nyla’s POV The mirror shattered before I even realized I had thrown the glass. Shards glittered across the floor like broken stars, catching the flicker of the candlelight. My chest heaved, breath ragged, fury coiled so tight inside me I thought I might split open. How dare he. How dare Xander sit there, drowning in whiskey and silence, his eyes glassy with longing but not for me, not for the woman who had stood by him through every loss and ruin, but for her. For Mia.

He will die for her. Mason used to be the sweetest boy in their family. But everything changed after Brittany left with his little sister. He was there for her when she first came to the world. He is the first one to see her and at the first glance, he was wrapped around her little finger. He changed her diapers. He gave her milk. He promised her that he would be there for her no matter what. He promised he will keep her safe. He promised her that no one could hurt her. He was there when she left also. And when she finally came back, everything was destroyed again. Life is tragic. Everything could change within a minute. He could have made something at that point but he was an idiot. He felt

Jordan said, causing everyone to laugh, as Brooklyn went ahead to switch off the lights. Just then, the movie began, and Micheal wrapped his arm on my shoulder as my back rested on his body. Ha. I hope this moment is going to last forever and ever. I never want this peace to end. … Author Tina Nwuba: “And this is it, readers. We have come to the end of, “Don't Break My Heart”. Don't forget to check out my other books. And thanks for all your support”.

"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.

Had I not been betrayed, I would have stood at the heart of such an event in my past life, bathed in the glow of universal acclaim. Valerie and Dustin arrived fashionably late. Lucas followed, his once-proud frame now stooped, his hair streaked with white. I swallowed the ache rising in my chest. Maurice's warm hand rested lightly on mine, anchoring my emotions. Valerie, radiating confidence, unveiled her masterpiece to the crowd. Her stark black-and-white canvas was adorned with grotesque, contorted faces, a central black flame writhing as if intent on consuming ash. The audience erupted in awe. "This painting is staggering. So visceral!"

If only I knew then,that not one but 3 hearts were going to break. And mine was going to be one of them. ................................................... End of flashback

"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.