My Heart No Longer Beats For You Novels & Stories

God knew I hated the fact that I put the sadness, the hurt there He jerked his head and with a quiet“ see you later” he walked away. ‘Would you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Would you still love me when I've got nothing but my aching soul? …… I know you will, I know you will, I know…..that you will’ This song continued in the background and Wilson walked away I was a fool a coward…..a….God! I am so sure Wilson didn't know the reason for the abrupt change that happened that night between Russell and I

"Yes." I gasped slightly and pressed my lips together and then I smiled. "In a world of eight billion hearts, I fell for the one that can't beat for me." I shook my head. "What a cruel fate." My lips parted as I took a deep breath and I turned away from Becca. "Get out."

That face, which used to make my heart race, now only brought me a sense of exhaustion and unfamiliarity. I said softly, "But I don't love you anymore."

No one can take your place in my life. Never Ever.. Not in this life & not after this life You booked with me for seventh births I will never leave your hands in any circumstances.I will always be besides you to stand with you through thick and thin. you are my Heartbeat Anni You are my Soulmate.. Without Heartbeat there is no work of heart So without you I am nothing. Never Leave me. You are my princess & one day your prince Who is me will make you my Queen in front of the whole world..

I need to stop my heart from breaking. "It's too late. You can't save me now..." My head is shaking in denial, my hand searching on his chest for something, anything. But I feel nothing. No rhythm, no beat, no blood surging with life as my hand sinks into his empty chest. And when he speaks again, I don't even feel the vibration of the words. "Not when I am already dead."

I could not help but speak up again. “But don’t let yourself be fooled into thinking that I still love you. My heart has changed, and there is no longer anyone named Adrian in it.”

A pause. “But today…” His voice cracked. “The fear of losing you… is killing me from inside…” He closed his eyes briefly. “If something had happened to you… I would’ve become a living corpse…” 🥺 “You don’t know what you’ve become for me…” “Earlier… I was just living…” “But now… you are the reason I live.” “My heart always existed… but I never felt its heartbeat…” His fingers tightened around hers. “You became that heartbeat…” ❤️ “Come back soon, baby…”

"Yeah, it could kill me. Admitting defeat is easy, if only I still loved you. But Caleb, after all these years of tearing each other apart, do you really think I love you anymore?" Maybe my words cut too deep, or maybe Caleb never really believed I could stop loving him. He fled in panic, even stumbling on his way out. I watched him go with calm detachment, realizing my heart no longer stirred at anything he did. I guessed that for one's heart to feel nothing, it had to be broken beyond repair.

The moment she said, “I don’t love you,” I felt the heart that was previously happy inside of me crack. It didn’t give a dramatic sound like the shatter of glass, but the quiet, brutal kind of break you only feel in your chest when the air suddenly refuses to move through your lungs due to external forces caused by an unpalatable situation.

They break me by pitting me, against myself. . I missed you for too long, in too many ways, that it became just another part of me: engraved deeper into my heart with the passing of time. I would wake up, stretch, breathe, and miss you. They told me to let it go, to let you go, and I would say: You cannot simply will your heart to stop beating, that no matter how long you hold your breath for, you cannot hold it forever, and I could only stop missing you, if I stopped being myself entirely.