Mosaic Broken Hearts 소설 & 이야기

My Heart Is Broken By: Evanescence “All body feel that I will never find a way to heal my soul And I will wonder till the end of time Torn away from you My heart is broken... Sweet sleep my dark angel... Deliver us, from sorrows hold.” A tear escaped from my eyes Why does it feel like it reflects to what I felt? My heart is broken. Really really broken. Because of everything. Everyone. Especially Dwyne. My trust...my heart...has been broken again. It felt like it shattered into pieces, and I don't know how to put it back together again. I saw a truck in the distance. At the intersection. And it looks like it has lost its control. The brake won't work.

"A perfect, grey silence. And then… there was a sound. A single, clear note. It was like a crack in glass. It got louder and louder until it shattered the dream. That was your energy. That was the Heartwood." He looked at her. "You broke my silence." Sela met his gaze. "I'm sorry." "Do not be," he said, and he realized he meant it. "The silence was… lonely." It was the most personal thing he had ever said. He stood up and walked over to her mosaic. He looked at the careful, painstaking work. Each tiny stone was a choice. A feeling. An imperfection that, together, made something whole and beautiful. He reached out and, with one cold finger, gently touched the image of the Heartwood.

It had taken me a whole month to finish it. Every detail was filled with my hopes for our future. Now, it was covered in a layer of dust. No one cared. Just like our relationship. I walked over and picked up the sculpture. I lifted it high, then smashed it onto the floor. CRACK! Crystalline fragments scattered everywhere, glittering in the dark. Just like my shattered heart. My phone buzzed. A new notification from the pack's internal channel. Isabella had posted a video. I didn't want to watch it, but curiosity won.

"Does Adrian know you're here?" Instead of answering directly, Sophia gazed deeply into my eyes, speaking earnestly. "Lucas, I made a terrible mistake. Please forgive me. "That day was an impulsive accident. It clouded my judgment. But you're the only one I've ever truly loved. I just want to spend the rest of my life with you."

The sounds of shattering glass and splintering wood become a symphony of my shattered heart. As I exhaust myself, the reality of my situation sets in. The one I loved with all my heart has taken everything from me—my love, my trust, my happiness. Her betrayal has left me utterly broken, fragmented in a way that I never thought possible. I collapsed onto the floor, my energy spent, curling up amidst the wreckage.

I tell Emma, and she whispered, "Am I dreaming? Have I gone to heaven? Forgive me, Alpha. I'm so sorry?" "It's okay, Emma. It's no dream. And why would you think of killing yourself? I told you that we are no longer mates, and you have to wait to find a new second chance mate," I scolded her, and she sobbed. "But I don't want anyone else but you. You already told me that you found someone else who is now your new mate. Is that true?" Emma asked me, her eyes full of tears, and I told her, "That's not something for you to worry about. There are many rejected mates here in our pack. Are you trying to educate them to kill themselves when their former partner doesn't want them anymore? The moon g

The moon hung high in the sky, silently witnessing my heartbreak. *** The pain of the severed mate bond was unbearable. It was a raw, relentless agony that tore through the depths of my soul. Every step I took away from the Blue Moon Pack felt like a sharp knife was being twisted in my heart. With my baby cradled carefully against my chest, I stumbled into the woods, even as my vision was blurred by tears and exhaustion.

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.

I think I am broken. -----------

Mine does too, But I learnt to smile, Against all odds. Heartbreak, Trauma, Depression, They made a home in me, Did they try same with you too? You're the kind of broken, That people far and wide, Would one day come to watch. Your scars would be beautiful, It'll shine for all to see. You're a different kind of beautiful, You're broken beautiful. A masterpiece, Most times isn't perfect. It's the flaws, That creates art. Be proud of yourself,