Movie Broken Promises Novels & Stories

Was he giving up? Lost in my thoughts his voice bought me back to reality, "Is there even a chance or should I just give it up." I shrugged, part of me wanted to tell him there was no way in hell but the other part of me wanted to crawl back in his arms and forget about the world. "I don't know Seth, I mean I love you, I love you so much but you broke my heart and I don't know if it can take being with you again. I'm done with your lies, I'm done with your promises." He had sat up not looking at me but out the window in front of us.

I'm glad I didn't die before I met you But now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you And I'd probably be happy" For everyone knew, you can't ever break a pinky promise. *End of flashback* Tears blurred my vision as I tucked my head into his chest, away from wandering eyes. Swaying to the music, I let myself enjoy his body heat as I shut the rest of the world out. So if you wanna be with me With these things there's no telling We just have to wait and see But I'd rather be working for a paycheck Than waiting to win the lottery, ah-ha, mm-hmm "I told you I'd never break any pinky promises" he whispered, his head leaning against my own. "T-then, pinky promise me that you won't hurt me agai

No promises he could offer, because we both knew promises meant nothing anymore. He simply… Broke. And fell silent.

"Promise me you won’t lose yourself in this fight." He hesitated. For the first time, the unshakable, invincible Damien looked… uncertain. Vulnerable. And then, slowly, he nodded. "I promise." Sienna released a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. But deep down, she knew promises in their world were fragile things. And some promises were meant to be broken

As her words broke his heart, he realized he had been breaking all the promises he had made to her. “Please! Don’t break the promise,” as she focused on the promise again, Aramis faintly nodded. “I won’t,” he whispered in defeat.

Promise replied, pressing her face against Mama’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of woodsmoke and palm oil that no city perfume could ever erase. Elder Bamidele cleared his throat. His voice, though weaker, still carried across the square. “You broke the oath. You left. And yet… you did not die.” Promise pulled away from Mama and faced him. His beard had thinned, his hands trembled slightly as he leaned on his staff, but his gaze still sought to pierce her. “I did not die,” Promise said evenly. “Because fear was the only curse. And I refused to wear it.” The crowd had gathered — children peeking from behind their mothers’ wrappers, young men standing on tiptoe, old women whispering into each o

I watched families and couples laughing and talking in the seats around me, their easy camaraderie a painful reminder of what I had lost. Every mile that passed was a physical ache, a pulling sensation that tugged me back toward him, back toward the boy who had broken my heart. I replayed our last conversation over and over in my mind, his desperate pleas, his raw, vulnerable promises. *“I promise I’ll fight for you. I promise I’ll fight for us.”* The words were a comforting balm on the raw, open wound of my heart, but they were also a heavy burden. A promise was a fragile thing, easily broken. And I wasn’t sure how many more pieces my heart could handle.

Then, I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep, too exhausted to deal with anything more. I could feel Alfred watching me for the longest time. Did he notice something? After a whirlwind of thoughts, sleep finally took over. However, it was restless, filled with nightmares. In my dream, Ruby was drenched in blood on an operating table. I woke up startled and alone. Alfred was not there. Then, I heard an engine from downstairs. Going down, I saw Alfred holding Janet as they came in. She was crying in his arms, choking out, "I never imagined Maverick could betray me like this. Alfred, I made a mistake, I never should've gone for him..."

It would be like wanting to pick up the broken pieces of a wine glass, hoping it would stay the same. “After 4 years, we finally resolved it” Derek said and I saw sadness in his eyes. “Yes, and here we are, taking different directions. “ I smiled, because after so long I had lifted a weight that I was living with and even though I didn't realize it, it bothered me, but now everything was fine. “I hope you're happy too, Luke. “I saw sincerity in your eyes.

Tracks of melted snow, or perhaps tears, streaked down his cheeks. I took his hand in mine, sighing softly when I noticed the fresh scars crisscrossing his wrist. "I used to think unrequited love was the end of the world. But now I get it. The world keeps turning, no matter who walks out of your life. You'll move on, eventually."